Sinister

During the day,

You’re sweet

And forgiving.

You’ve become much less hum-drum

And much more self-driven.

I admire your faithfulness

To delve into your enthusiasm

And spend each waking minute

Indulging in pure freedom

With a vulnerability

I’m too often aware of.

But in the night,

You’re careless

And masochistic.

You become much more blatant

Yet somehow still cryptic.

I admire your determination

To embrace our imaginations

And spend each waking minute

Indulging in pure freedom

To be such a captivating form of sinister

I’m not often enough aware of.