Walking through a ghost town.
Mind in a trance.
Moving slowly about,
Never in the same stance.

Only one tall street lamp,
That just burnt out.
Leaving me in the dark.
Going out of my way, no direct route.

Dark, cold, misty night.
Substances making things unclear.
On this lonely walk,
Nothing is ever pure.

Mind begins to blur,
Putting together things unseen.
Everything out of order.
This system is no longer clean.

Everything begins to soar,
Taking me on this high.
Fighting a domestic war,
I can’t even tie.

But after I surrender,
Coming down from way up there.
Everything goes back to normal.
The world where I still don’t care.