by Hal Dickey

Created on: July 03, 2009

When The World Turns In

When the world turns in for the night

And the events from the day slip away

My inner voices no longer have to fight

To compete with the hustle of the fray

There is relief within my bedroom quiet

I can finally hear myself sigh

The haze from my nicotine diet

Out of sight of disapproving eyes

The crackle of AM Radio

Informercials that repeat all night long

The darkness outside my window

As the crickets belt out their song

Reflection turns into transition

As tomorrow's plans must be laid

So I can put myself in the position

To go out into the world and get paid

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