Music of the night,
Singing soft refrains of starlight and secret keeping shadows
The sidewalks disappear from sight, as I long for a streetlamp
To light my darkened days home
Commercials and commuters passing me by
As the life of my iPod slowly dissipates,
I hear life, without someone else’s interpretation of what
Of what I see, and of what I know
Forced to construct my own ideals, my own words of what
And of how, And if
I’ll ever make it,    
Proving to myself that failure is just a stepping stone to success
Before I pull my hair out and plump up like a pumpkin
I’ll tie my shoes and head for the door