A stroll through the city
just after dusk.
Alone in the dark but don’t fret mother
I’ll be in my bed by the time you wake.  
I’m not a child,
underneath this skin, freedom itching to escape.

These people don’t care.
A million lost soles what am I but another
In this great vast jungle,
a jungle of light and sound.

A man passes he doesn’t know my name.
It just a city,
Dangerous and big, but so is my mind.
Yet you let me wander through that maze alone

Monsters waiting in the corners.
Looming monsters,
Monsters that damage and destroy.
So what is a little danger, a little freedom?
If not for freedom on the outside,
I’m stuck holding tight to the monsters within.

I see you stranding there,
in the corner smelling flowers.
Pretending time has no end.

When the sky stops moving
the flowers look away.
Questioning why,
Every day the sky stops
and the birds fly away.

But you stay, never looking away
always stuck, always cold.
Smelling the flowers,
even after they have looked away.