Sometimes I wonder who controls the light. Its off during the day, Yet on at night. You see, the day time is when I need to see, For it is when I travel through the maze that leads to my destination. But when there is no light, there is only procrastination. I can't see, I can't think, I can't focus, I don't want to. I just go through out the whole day, dreamin' about what I want to go through At night, I wish I could have made the dream a reality But I know somehow, I'll lose on a technicality Yet at night there is still hope, even when I am nothing. My hopes are that some day, I may actually be something. And I hope this is a phase that I can survive. Because for the last couple of years, I've felt far from alive. Sometimes I look into my eyes through the mirror, And I don't see much life. That's what happens when there isn't much light. That's how it is during the day, And why I long for the night.