Crossroads of youth and wisdom, here in an ordinary kitchen
A girl (or woman) stands confused by the fridge
The change was expected, but she was still caught unaware
The cold concrete floor soaks through her fuzzy striped socks
Is the choice hers to make?
Or does time keep moving, keep pulling, keep luring her awake?
No, let’s sleep in the sunlight, let’s bathe on the beach
We’ll keep the sun on a string, paralyzed in the air
She always loved sunsets, but now the day is all blue
A deep dusk, the lights flicker on, a kindness from the night
Reminding those left outside to get home for the night
Why stand in the dark, the light switch is right there
But she hates the florescent, she wants the the sun
In flipping the switch, she’s admitting life’s not fair
Some people live in the night
They never got the chance to sun burn
Or sunbathe or drift in the waves
From birth, they stumble
Needing matches, then a wick
‘Til their lucky chance dies out again
But if you’ve always slept in the sunlight
You won’t understand the pain
Of scrambling, of bargaining
To turn the light on once again
Night comes for most of us, not all of us
Some in January or February
Or in our twenty eighth year
Violent wisdom, draped in violet gown
Reveals what the world is like when the sun goes down
If you don’t have a lamp or a candle or even a match
You’re stuck in one place grasping for the latch
Let me in, let me into the light
When I was a child, I took it for granted
The sun above and the rays all over me
But now I know there’s a price I must pay
Or by others before me who have led the way