It's dark outside, <br />before I was born <br />it was dark inside <br /> <br />views of bias are <br />from inside out, <br />warm and sure <br /> <br />not always <br />tender and pure <br />it's dark outside <br /> <br />I try to look <br />from outside in <br />cleanse myself <br /> <br />from sin of bias, <br />awaiting dawn <br />and a bright new day, <br /> <br />Mists came in <br />fog and dreary <br />dark clouds <br /> <br />impure and acid <br />obscured the sunbeams <br />from coming through <br /> <br />Oh, tell them all <br />beware, <br />murky horizons <br /> <br />before the dawn <br />unclean and polluted, <br />we didn't care enough, <br /> <br />will it be dark outside <br />when morning comes, <br />go back to bed <br /> <br />it's just a foul dream <br />smile, already <br />it has fled<br /><br />shimon weinroth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/before-the-dawn-4/
