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It's late;
you know no one would be there.
Still too cold,
tonight you can be alone.

You drive silently in the night.

Finally you arrive;
it’s a simple place; concrete steel and wood.
But tonight isn't an ordinary night.

Tonight it's a cathedral,
its planks a hallowed hall.

Here you can walk upon the waves,
just the wind,
the moon,
and you alone.

The pier juts into the sound,
you can glimpse the other side from shore,
but you can only see it when you reach the end.

You walk quietly down its spine,
walking away from all that you know,
towards the darkened end that awaits ahead.

Like life you know where you come from.
And like a pier you can always run back.
And you know how it ends;
an abrupt plunge into the murky waves.

But you don't know the way;
every step brings a new sensation.

The wind picks up speed.

Planes waltz among the clouds,
tiny lights,
all choreographed in flight.

The distant shores glimmer and gleam,
while moonlight dances upon the waves.

Such a strange party,
one very few ever attend.

You’re disconnected from the world,
only moonlight guides your steps.
The wind howls in your ear,
such sweet music,
such a needed break.

Your only steps from the end,
You turn back,
See how far you have come

The shore seems so far away
Life, bills, the mundane everyday

How can it compare
To the exhilarating freedom of the pier

There's only you,
Tonight.
For that singe moment,
there’s only this,
a taste, 
a wisp,
the faintest glimpse of freedom.

For a brief moment you are free.

No worrying,
No nagging,
No fear.

You are alone,
Just you and the night,
Just you and the sea,
you and the clouds and the stars.

Floating above the tumultuous waves.

But soon you must turn around;
the wind turns cold,
the light of the moon obscured by the cloud.

Your time is up,
you hold onto the taste as you walk back,
for reality lies at the shore.

And you want the feeling to last.

Because tonight,
if even for a moment,
you were free.
And nothing can ever compare.

Tonight I was free,
tonight I was me.

I don't want the feeling to end,
but soon you phone rings in your pocket,
and you realize your back upon the shore.

I turn from the pier,
and head home.