In the middle of these nights
which are the evenings of my days
I seem to recollect
a fervent notion that once screamed
inside
Be yourself
Believe in yourself
Become yourself
this infallible night-scheme seems to
run off and hide
at the first signs of sun through the window
and in the middle of this afternoon
which is the morning of my life
I'm just
Bored
Beyond
Belief