The Empty Night
Midnight walking down the center of the street when all you see is dark windows and yellow street lights on the sidewalks, lots of lights and traffic lights, red and green glowing lights running into the distance above the shiny black pavement and there isn’t a single person or a car. Just you and the road and you feel you can see clear across the city and your possibilities for life are endless. But they aren’t, you think, and it’s just an illusion, some pretty lights and nothing. — You turn back to your sorry neighborhood, your empty one-bedroom apartment and fall asleep sorry and drunk till the morning.