In the Middle of the Night,
In the Middle of the Street,
In the Middle of Winter,
I stood there.
In the beginning of the day,
In the beginning of the year,
In the beginning of the storm,
I felt it.
When the breeze was picking up,
When the when the clouds covered the stars,
When the day was about to collapse,
I could feel the wind on my face,
I could hear the silence in the air,
I could see the darkness of the path,
I could feel the rhythm break.
I lost it for a second.
There was nothing.
I was too tired.
But the brain lingers on.
Trying to feed the anger,
Like a wolf getting ready for a hunt,
It scavenged through the night.
But the wind kept me at bay.
In the middle of the road,
With the cold wind brushing on my face.
I closed my eyes.
And thought of nothing.