The Cusp Of
For as long as the night whispers its mystique
There will be those who will creep beside the shadows
Step quickly into light fractures
And hold between their fingers life’s meaning
But their heart and soul are so narrow
At the cusp of the break of dawn
Right before the sun shoots its fiery ray
There is someone plotting out deception before they wake
Another dollar and another day
Held between right and wrong are
All the decisions
swept beneath a rug
Confusions and delusions
Anger and frustration
Arms held out without any hugs