The Perks of the Night

When my mind is running the only way I can keep up is by taking a long bus ride. As I view an endless panorama of people and places and things, my mind crafts an endless epic of worries , desiree, and pains. I waste my bad paint on bad thoughts and save the good stuff for my dreams. At night the magic happens my magnum opus painted on a blackened canvas Beauty incarnate illuminates my inner world Only to be seen in darkness Only when my mind stops running