The twilight zone...

As the day turns down,
When the sun gives up
And the night’s not already there,
When the whole world hesitates
Except the moon and her pearly games,
I have my moment, you know,
Not really feeling myself
Where I am,
Who I am,
My own shadows and lights are fighting,
Together as one,
For another chance,
For another dance,
It’s the twilight zone of my conscience,
Then I just hope for a new day to come
And carry me over in his mutlicoloured fantasies:

To finally be myself again...