I walk
past midnight
nobody in the house is awake
except the scuttling insects under the floorboards
they remind me im alive

i watch
the birds in the trees
the blinking lights in the distance
wandering souls walking down the street
where are they coming from
where are they going

i wonder
how from the outside some houses look so
normal
and it could be stark mad inside
all that seperates me from them
is some concrete and bricks
and i wonder
if those walls
are like the walls i put up
so that nobody knows

that im stark mad inside