Day and night, I wondered aimlessly From the sound of unwanted dogs barking at the thunder, up to the trash collectors, yelling door to door during Fridays. Day and night, I seek aimlessly, From the moment I saw the shadows of the curtains, up to the flickering lights of cars passing by in the darkness. Day and night, I felt aimlessly, From the taste of that morning's cigarette, up to the crusty leftover mint at the corner of my mouth. Day and night, I thought and I just thought aimlessly, From the time I placed my words into paper, up to the day my eyes are to be filled with nothingness.