Nightnoon

I was scrolling through life

Suddenly 

My eyes fell on the clock

Force of habit 

Keeping track of time

That I can never keep track of

It was 12.45

And for one split second

I felt it's still noon

And in that split second

It was the truth

The line between reality

And fiction blurred

And I swear 

For one split second 

It was noon

But then I warped

Or so it seemed 

Sleep oozed out of me

Trotted out of the window 

The curtain made way for it

And someone mocked at me

It was the dead of night 

Not noon

I knew it

But sometimes you need to be told

What you already know 

It struck me then 

What have I done ?

I abandoned morning

Night never really took me in

Now I belong nowhere

No time to call my own

No place to call my own

And humans must

possess something 

You know 

Something that they call their own 

A sense of belonging 

That keeps them on this side

Otherwise 

They warp 

And get swallowed 

Where night really is noon