Now that it's night
You can let your fears out
The darkness will cover your scars
You can pull off your mask
And breathe free at last.
You can straighten your shoulders
Stick out your chest
Tuck in your stomach
And walk like the rest
(As you'd like to, by day.)
You can smoke all your pot
You can drink all your booze
To try keep your mind off your Freudian blues
You can lie down and wait for your dreams to come true
But watch out, cause they sneak in a nightmare or two.
You can't look in the mirror
You hate what you see
so you go for a walk
And pretend that you're free.
And you look at the moon, the stars and the clouds
But you're not man enough yet to cry out aloud
Though you know that the morning
is just a different kind of night -
And if you don't remove the shutters
You won't see any light.
(Jan 21st 1987, Madras, at Mardi Gras).