Big city walk

Walking down the street

In the late hours of the night,

The Cosmopolitan monster

Is asleep and out of sight,

The cars are now resting

And only the odd neon light is on,

I pass by the homeless people

Who dream dreams I am sure others don’t,

I look at the moon, and gaze at all the stars

And I realise, how insignificant we are,

And yet we can shine like them if we try

I dream of being amongst them one day,

Playing games in the Milky Way,

Then I feel the pavement beneath my feet

And the steam from the grates enfolding me,

In it’s mist and in its heat

Which reminds me, I am still on the streets,

Wandering aimlessly

In the late of night, in the city,

And I’ve never felt so alone

As the big city slumbers and sleeps.

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Published by fauxcroft

spiritually aware and compassionate. Experiencing being human through my conscious reality in an illusory world.

3 thoughts on “Big city walk

  1. I lived in big cities and I often felt alone but then the next day everything passed. Your nocturnal walk brings back many memories of the past in me.

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