Instinct by Brandon Rushton

I sit quietly at my window
A mere spectator to the world around me
Blind to ambition
Paralyzed from propaganda
Yet the evening always comes
Blanketing us with the shadows of the universe
Revealing the pseudo sphere
In the night we grasp the truth
For the stars are our guides
The sun conceals us from our surroundings
It is the sunlight that allows us to feel protected
While the night introduces us to the vastness of our being
The clouds tend to disrupt our sight
In life we are held back from the haze
It is in the dark that we use instinct
It is that instinct that guides us home