I stand out here alone in the night,
The sky is almost bright,
Birds tweeting, dogs barking in the distance, leaves dancing in the wind,
And Im smoking a cigarette, that is becoming shorter and shorter.
In front of me, is an old house,
And in that house is a flashy room in which a TV’s playing,
While everyone is long asleep, there is only me and the person in that room awake,
There is a strange connection between us two now and he will never know.
Suddenly the dogs stopped barking, birds kept on tweeting, the room kept on flashing,
Smoke is rising to the almost bright night sky,
Vaporizing in the dancing leaves,
I’m waiting for something.
Sensing the inevitable loneliness around me in the deep night,
I thank for the moment of silence to heal my spirit from the wounds of yesterday,
The cigarette is dying,
And so am I.