It’s nearing midnight, and my thoughts are in control,

Imagining what life might be like without ideals,

Just living, simply carrying on as we may.

I wonder sometimes if we know the truth of love.

That there is fantasy in everything we do,

And that notion might always cross our mind.

You can look me in the eye and say you love me,

And I’ll probably return the compliment with a smile.

For isn’t that how we all live our lives,

Hoping some time that kindness does prevail,

And thoughts of childhood become our memory,

And love is something we all would yearn.

For now in this our august of an adult life,

We could begin again to love each other forevermore.