A Man of No Consequence
Where the windows look out on the night,
Where the moon drifts among clouds,
Where the owl hoots and the cat screams,
Where the sun never rises,
A man of no consequence dreams
He is late, but for what – is not clear.
A meeting that will determine
His fate. He has nothing to fear,
He tells himself, while his hands
Shake and sweat pours from his face.
As far as the eye can see, these lands
Belong to him, as it’s written
In the book for anyone who cares
To look. He’s hopelessly smitten
And will do whatever it takes.