The lamppost was on the left
Except only the forest was next filled with beer cans and foam cups
It was dark and mysterious
Feeling like a dilirious boy
I leaped over the fence
Finding myself as a dog in a cage kneeling periodically to the darkness
Shadows leak against the trees
The beer cans are gone
All the garbage is gone
My soul is gone
I jumped back over the fence
In the hollow street
Fog lines up on the side
I start to walk
stalking the voices in my head
The street turned to dirt
Feeling lost at street
Maybe I need a drink
But sometimes I just want the little things
Running through the fog
Leaning against my old friends
They know I was lost and want to help me
They walk among other shadows
Leaking up the street into a swamp