I look up at the sky above me

Stars and darkness, the only things I can see

I gaze at what is upon my eyes

What I desire, from the sky’s

Everything I remember,

From January, to December

I might see something as one side,

But on the other I see joy out of the other mind

I will feel weird at one place,

But at the other I feel great of my face.

This is the thing that we would never fight,

What we know and love, called night.