parliament

we lust for the quiet nights
when secrecy is most cherished,
for our minds watch wide and far,
often seeming as if they've perished.

we long for knowledge
unknown to the daylight
for when the sun is out
we lack the will to fight
(But for the satisfaction
of our delights)

we can never see what is true
through all the days that we've been through
until we are alone at night
and our heart's true shinings begin to ignite

we dream of bliss, meaning and comfort,
yet are confused about where to even start;
we contemplate this all through night
until our we, ourselves have come apart

we live the day
resting in hands not ours
for through every hour,
and for all the scars,
unearthed, there still are many flowers.