Waiting

Twelve ticks into the night.
Tis day, Tis day.
Yet the black skies
still mock me.

What I think; thoughts.
Not really sure.
Not behind the wheel
on this drunken highway drive.

A cat's numbered lives.
Each one gone until
judgment day comes.
Ticking lifeline, tocking night.

Waiting on truth, if there.
Pray to whom for such nonsense.
The heavens close at five o'clock.
Loons aren't allowed inside.