John Mayer, Walt Grace's Submarine Test

There are days of dim uncertainty

that squeak tortuously as a faulty hinge swings them wide open

these are cold, bitter hours

where a degree of confort is needed.

Walked past the church

but kept walking

till I reached the library

and entered my shrine.

Aside me, a furious match of chess was taking place.

They hastily hit the timer after they slammed the pieces on the board.

That imaginary battle, ironically soothed me.

Today no conclusion will be reached.

Dimness will become darkness

until new perceptions might rise

at any given dawn.