No, I don't want to play your stupid game.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
11:24 PM
When the sun is shining brightly,
people come and go.
They flock the streets, and all is well,
Then comes nightfall, and the city sleeps.
Gilded lights come to life, and the moon lends its might.
Countless stars empower your dreams,
and they play in your head like vivid memories.
But when the dreams conclude and the moon dies,
morning comes once more.
Like Santa Claus, it carries a sack of goodies,
for people of all shapes and sizes.
Some people bask in them,
and others count down the days to hell.
I wonder what Santa will bring me tomorrow.
I'm gonna get the milk and cookies.
