文/小戴

Come, come, come tonight.
Everything is gonna be all right.
Just show up and say you’re fine.
Maybe it is a stupid song of mine.
I will keep on singing till it’s gone.
Even you’ve got to leave before dawn.
Someone has to finish this poem in time
So pretend you are the last poet of crime.
You’ve lost the image of your soul
And the pen starts to lose control.
The rhyme finally turns on the light.
All the dreams are gone tonight.