On a dark lonely street lit up with golden light,
Some walk staring blankly at the jet black road and some admire the glittering sight,
Some pass by gazing at the few stars shimmering, some letting in the feels of the moonlit night
Some look at the blurriness of the way carrying a heavy head and wiping off teary eyes.

Few even fly with their feet on ground
Some throw humongous curses to the stone that their toe has found
Some walk on hungrily searching for food
Some sweep off the Earth looking out for luck momentarily shouting "Oh, life's good."

Some run with hurried steps towards home,
And some find their's on the slabs of the roadside bench made of stone.

While some exitedly wait for the day to come,
Some calmly live for the nights alone.