By Day A Million

The night has a thousand eyes
and by day a million.

Seeking and peeking
at cards they'll never hold.

But dice they'll throw
along with salt,
and the band played on.

Notes too sorry to be remember
for all tunes played
is a rave with smoke and mirrors.

An image bred and fed through time
with more then a spoon of pride.

During nights of a thousand eyes
and by day a million.

They'll be one more, so full of lore
that flexs a full blown ego.