Black Night Town
I wander across the streets. It’s night and I concentrate on the lights.
Why should I dare to compare that city with anything small? Not the same.
Those little bulbs are everything I can see. Faces are covered in the nights.
What am I supposed to do here what it’s dimly lit? I’m stuck in a game.
My hands are tucked away in my pocket. I don’t want to touch anything.
I’m prepared for emergencies. My defence hidden in the right.
My mind is already saturated with the power of beats. Still I can sense something.
Blank faces, no expressions. Are you able to think? In your head anything bright?
For a moment I stand still, gaze on my surrounding. Silence is all over.
I wonder if someone else stop with me, anybodys obstacle? One by one.
For me it’s an adventure. It’s the others routine I discover.
How is it to stuck in monotony? The very idea makes me sad. The brightness is gone.
Why should I dare to compare that city with anything small? Not the same.
Those little bulbs are everything I can see. Faces are covered in the nights.
What am I supposed to do here what it’s dimly lit? I’m stuck in a game.
My hands are tucked away in my pocket. I don’t want to touch anything.
I’m prepared for emergencies. My defence hidden in the right.
My mind is already saturated with the power of beats. Still I can sense something.
Blank faces, no expressions. Are you able to think? In your head anything bright?
For a moment I stand still, gaze on my surrounding. Silence is all over.
I wonder if someone else stop with me, anybodys obstacle? One by one.
For me it’s an adventure. It’s the others routine I discover.
How is it to stuck in monotony? The very idea makes me sad. The brightness is gone.
verfasst: 16.07.2018
~Mandy
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