I walk the night over city streets trying to find some semblance of why I’m here, if there is a reason for my living, for me to be walking among the lights absorbing the sounds as car and bus exhaust penetrate the walls of my lungs
I walk the night not just looking but gawking at the sheer size and beauty of the buildings and think that amongst mans many accomplishments what meaning could my tiny existence have.
I walk the night in dream like state, neon hazes float about creating atmosphere from flashing attention grabbing signs, ******, 2 for 1 at Jasmines pub, live jazz and quarter beers between 2:00 and 3:00 what the hell is happening to me.
I walk the night from street to street my feet dragging across cigarette buts strewn along the sidewalk, most likely from others seeking answers to questions from some dark place in their mind.
I walk the night and it seems no one understands why or what they are looking for, I guess just something to fill that empty lonely space deep in their gut in hopes it will solve some mystery.
I walk the night of all places why the city? The urban core, the life blood of every town large or small, I’m just looking for an answer, to what I’m not sure and why I really don’t know, maybe you know.