All that’s left are the jujubs that are black
Sitting in a clear prepackaged sack
I’ve been awake, one body for dreams
The subject of sight, more real now it seems
The candy is dark, like death’s stand up act
The humor of a friend, that’s a matter of fact
For he brings death, but so he brings life
A lesson for those, who soon dwell in strife
At night paths are dark, full of surprise
In the thick of it all, happy to be alive