Traveling through the night,
I found my alter ego on the edge of hope,
It is usually best to speak the words of wisdom that we had taught our selves.
This is what we know, but never wish it upon our worst enemy;
To not care might make jump.

By midnight I fell back to the street and watched,
Listening to the winds made by fast moving cars.
The world lighting up by the tail lights and city street lamps.
She had almost gone up with the others
But I stopped, I stared and she was, okay...