The Dawn Of The Night Poem by chris schwartz

And, perhaps, at the end of the day
When I am finally alone with my thoughts,
To Ponder,
I might just make some sense of myself,
So, there is no question,
That you wonder.
Both the love, and the dizziness,
Of the day,
Still makes you work hard,
To pry the rock,
For what you Sought under.
Ahhh..the curiosity,
The simplicity,
Only imagined,
When you search
The authenticity
Of thine own.
Create what is imagined,
And build, from those inspired.
Only innocence,
And retrospect,
Dare to tire,
From what you call
Your own.