The Night Shift
Trying to relax on the night shift
I put up the sign, it says we’re closed tonight, nice and bright
But they keep knocking at the door
Can’t they read the sign?
I don’t have time
Trying to relax on the night shift
But not tonight
They’re knocking at the door
They keep knocking at the door
Why can’t they see I’m not open in the moonlight?
Have to let them in
Or they will vex me all night
I don’t have time, but they won’t stop knocking
Let them in
Then they bring their friends
There’s no relaxing on the night shift, accompanied by them
They bring their friends
And like a wave
Tsunami
No warning for me
Have to deal with them
The sign says closed but they can’t see
Their fixation is that it is night
And the one who occupies the night shift is me
They reveal themselves after the day fuses into night
Their ritualistic residual
But then again
They can’t see
Emotions and thoughts can’t read
This is the night shift
EMOTIONS
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ME