Nightly Freedom

Light creeps, illuminating all.
Brightness burns away decision,
wilting resolve and instilling compulsion.
Robotic responses to sunny stimuli.
An unholy, unending cacophony,
making me mad.
Night calls -
I am coming.
Crickets are my chorus,
Moonlight, my medium.
Evening reinforces resolve.
Darkness returns rationale,
reinvigorates reality.
Only at night am I free.