The sky was flat and dark
Buildings empty, smears of light
People only gray blobs mostly talking on their phones
As he walked through miles of emptiness
The silence in his mind was the sound
After the door closed for the last time.
His stomach ached, his throat dry
Feet were sore and he couldn't stop
Until he came to the overpass,
The big freeway, 12 lanes of rushing lights
So many, many going somewhere to someone
He'd had one worry
What if he came and there were no cars
Just empty gray cement washed with neon
Well, all right!
The river of metal and light was unstopping
A waterfall of motion and urgency
He was grateful as he put one leg
Then the other over the railing
Falling into the highway of the night
Nov 7, 2011
Nov 7, 2011 at 1:07 AM UTC
The sky was flat and dark
Buildings empty, smears of light
People only gray blobs mostly talking on their phones
As he walked through miles of emptiness
The silence in his mind was the sound
After the door closed for the last time.
His stomach ached, his throat dry
Feet were sore and he couldn't stop
Until he came to the overpass,
The big freeway, 12 lanes of rushing lights
So many, many going somewhere to someone
He'd had one worry
What if he came and there were no cars
Just empty gray cement washed with neon
Well, all right!
The river of metal and light was unstopping
A waterfall of motion and urgency
He was grateful as he put one leg
Then the other over the railing
Falling into the highway of the night
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