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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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