The Night

The Night

What is it about the night?

Do you become another person then?
Do you still trust yourself,
or do you finally become yourself?

Do you remain the same,
night after night,
or do you change each time,
like the wind when it changes course?

Who are you when no one is watching?
Who are you when the silence speaks?

Is the night an escape,
or is it the place
where you meet yourself?

Love, be loved.
Hurt, be hurt.
Live, be loved.

And keep moving,
until fate sets you free.