The emptiness in the setting sun
The desolation of the darkened street at night
The frustration of slow moving tail lights
The nothingness inside my four walled sanctuary
Quiet desperation confirmed

Thoughts of cherry red lips stoking the passion
Her softness, her innocence intoxicating
She keeps her secrets hidden, but the clues are there
Curiousity and thrill mixed with doubt and worry
Treasures and real pleasures await
But to enter the city you need the lions courage