Every day you deceive yourself,
And at night the truth avails.
The day has taken your body for granted.
You have done your best.
And at night,
All your demons reappear…
If only for eight hours.
Your conscious mind goes into a tired stupor,
And you subconscious wakes up.
Where we keep our demons throughout the day.
Everything that frightens you,
Safely tucked in the farthest reaches of your mind.
You wake up at dawn.
Frightful, that they might follow you into the daylight.
Every morning you make peace with them,
And allow them to return at night,
Because in the clarity of things
There is the greatest deception.