The noise never changes.
Not quite the stroke of midnight,
Not quite the hour of day;
It’s traffic, restless motion.
There’s time for that.
There’s time for money
And time for duty,
A time for obligations
And a time for necessity.
But, right now?
Now is the time to sit and listen,
To wait for the rain to start falling,
Instead of scrambling inside
When the sun’s out,
Instead of hoping for morning
When there’s a perfectly good night.