Night stole the day
Okay
Borrowed, I'll say.

The window
Tricks me
Sometimes

I look out it
See out it
Breathe out it
If I'm feeling
Stoic

Full of ****

The usual

Street though
That's where the fun is
That's where the action is
That's where people
And choice
Live

Maybe that's why
Anybody looking for something
Anybody looking for danger or
Love or
Mystery or
Pain or
Danger
Or or or
Anything

Moves to the city

All those streets
All those alleyways
That
Lead to more streets

Streets are the heart is
The heart of the contradiction of man
We winged' mortals
Clipped and
Searching

For a new pair

Maybe I can find
A used pair

Maybe I'll find it

By accident

Say -

Maybe that's all we are?

Beautiful,

****** up n' Doomed,

Accidents.