To The Lord For A Light

One of the eastern nights;

Lack of a talker,

Lack of the technical glow.

Voyages of winged suckers all around the square and me,

Hoping for a precision in what I baked for the sake of my growling pot;

Gosh! Viscosity still rules the vessel.

Yeah, I know he will sing, he will, for sure;

But not after my only left little world start yelling for fuel.

Bad night!

Bad blackened night!

Ok, I repeat it again;

O’ God

You take care of your children from their birth to death,

You send angels to protect,

And demons to attack.

You are, I know you surely are the mighty creator

Of heaven and hell.

But, now I seek for something.

Please bring the current home!