Gallivanting on the streets ,
in the light of the dark,
not a tree on the ground,
not a star; not a sparkle .

I walk further,
and hear the,
voices of creatures,
welcoming or warning me.... in whispers.

Enter this narrow lane.
Silence will hit the sane.
wish you were dreaming
your screaming , your screaming

The nervous smile;
in desperation.
the shattered look;
emasculation.
lost to another nation;
filled with admiration.

courageous thoughts of there to dwell;
(a place between heaven and hell;)
but the wrong decision of back to turn;
and the wrong decision on earth to burn.