Contradictions

Cold night air graces my skin, as light follows its path.

For once tonight I let myself in, only to let myself pass.

I follow myself behind you, before you I can not win.

If only tonight I could pass myself, then tonight I would let myself in.

The rain trickles a crossed my skin, as darkness follows its wrath.

In daylight you can not win, because darkness swallows its mass.

I run before you beside you, beside me I let myself in.

Tonight, in daylight, I let myself in, the darkness is sure to win.

Inside the outside box, circles around my head.

A string is pulling me taking me in, plucking its deadly thread.

Over the underpass, upside down and out.

Midday screams its shout.

For once tonight I let myself in, only to let myself out.

To question the answer yet to be said. And to answer the unknown thought.

Spoken with silence are words unsaid, words that I have forgot.

The insanity of my asylum, the crazed to my clam.

The unlatched lock on the door, and the key clutched in my open palm.

The night is quite with screaming light, and tonight I let myself in.

I stand ahead of you, behind you I stay.

If only I could remember to win.