The shimmering light of street lamps,
Pierce & tear away the darkness,
The essence of this time,
Cry out my name,
Perambulating & pondering,
Striding into the obscurity of night,
I sneer past every shadow,
From hookers to homeless,
And beggars to bankers,
From a Prince to his princess,
To the famous and the destitute,
They all come and go,
Leaving behind their footprints,
Some fade away,
While some remain,
Resonating in a world so inane,
I take the elusive walk,
With a hope to leave the mark,
But my wonted steps,
Are too trite to differ,
Slowly they get diffused,
And lost in the haze.