In the middle of the night
After delirium and without warning
It was not a clever thing, but still a task
Nevertheless, completed with clear insight
In the middle of the morning after
Dreams of laptops and megabyte computers
It was not a clever thing, but a choice
Nevertheless, made with logical laughter
In the aftermath of yesterday
When raindrops caught me on a faraway theme
It seems such a clever thing, the gift of love
Nevertheless, a treasure forever to play
In the behemoth of tomorrow
With sunlight across the meridian mean
It seems such a clever thing to sift
Nevertheless, the past of afterglow
