The streets are uneasy at this time
When the twilight separates the day
Party goers , lonely wanderers, the disturbed
And yet
As the darkness fades
All takes on a new perspective

The real disappears and the routine begins once more
Uniformed of mind take their places in the daily experience  
Isolated beings for the sake of repetition and familiarity
Weak every day through the months and years
Until
All stops

Those in the shadows prefer the unknown and unexpected
The challenge of survival without a  fragile safety net
For it all ends for all
How we reach that point depends on our perception of a life lived

the gravity of the city
pressing down on faded worlds
casting them into memory
all is replaced
all is gone
all is better ?
some say

Who tells the clock how much time is left ?.....

we are all different versions of the same thing

deepening sadness endows this world with a mistaken belief that all is lost
what is seen as the end is also the beginning
the birth of a new era
civilisations pass through time
some into obscurity
others to reflect the success and failures of mans attempts to develop

now we must follow the flow and alter to adapt to what lies ahead
we must enjoy the moment
live fully
be alive

And all because the quest for the desired and perfect life leaves no room to be human

my head rests on a pillow of dreams
sleep is my reality