A story unfolds after a certain hour,
Devoid of a title and of time.
Reflecting those deepest worlds where,
We make laws of justice and crime.
Adjournment from the dark silence,
Ends up where we thought of being.
Mixture of obedience and of defiance,
Says the narrator to self while sleeping.
With no line separating sane from insane,
No one to know the right from wrong,
A theatre that delivers both smile and pain,
Through plays which seem short yet long.
Nightly Theatre which we see, has it’s very own song.
