Night
Some call the night a time of crime
Some see it as a time of pain
Some a shroud of darkness
Some a void of guild
But then there are those like me
I see it as a time of brilliant stars
A time for dreams to be made,
Wishes to be heard
A time for secrets,
Both bad and good

Day
Some call it a time of joy
Some a time of productivity
Some a time where people meet and get to know one another
Some a time when the sun brings warmth
But then there are those like me
I see it as a time of burns
A time for reality
To crush dreams
A time of work
Both good and bad