More random stuff:

Midnight
And my thoughts sound off tune again
Like the wind.

We’re waiting.
Just waiting,
Filled with anticipation
And doubt,
For the ghost of eternal recurrence
To rise theatrically
Over empty streets.

The stars don’t care if we’re looking
Yet you’re still struggling
To make your voice heard.
They threw you in this pointless game,
Your audience,
The saddest bunch
Of witches, pirates, miners.
The bet? How long you’ll stay alive.

Cold days are coming
To the poles of light.
What are you looking for?
You say you’re thirsty
They say oblivion has run out.

Remember to put windows
In the castles of your visions.
The day might come,
When you are forced to jump.