In the quiet of the night
When I try to slumber
Thoughts come rolling in
Like tides of emotional reactions
Like factions of the heart
Actions of the truth
Manic highs or seething lows could not render
Could not decalcify the solitude
Of honestly objectified Encroachment
Put to motion by contriteness
And conviction of the soul
All to the forebearing completion of an undelivered lie
Brought to light by undeniable confirmation
Manifested by the silent ringing of the conscience
Who bears witness to these wild ties
But who\'s to write our rite of passage?
Watch and wait for the Encroachment