The continuous lively hood
Of the street corner.
Cars twisting about the brick,
Honking songs of anger.
Littered shakes calling friendship,
Oh
How I envy!
A maze made of pale blue
Hanging over heads
Of the shakes.
But I do
Not,
Wish to escape this abyss.
I have been so dreaming of it.
Dreaming stars upon  
Glass,
And the puddle lining stone.
Intricate lay her solemn head
At my feet.
For
I,
Stale among the standing,
Release a smile within these
Walls.