All the dogs seem to bark as i trespass,
Treading on dirt and broken glass,
And other miscellaneous things from my past,
My shoes absorb the moisture from the dew on the wet grass,
And i wonder how much Adrenalin the sirens will bring,
If they do ring, i hope enough to get away,
To wake in my bed the next day,

As i walk, i look to the city lights,
You! May call this criminal activity,
But to me and my friends these were prime nights,
I reminisce of a time or two,
But only time will tell,
What life i choose.