Saturday, June 11, 2005

a poem.


the streets are bright, with many lights, it looks like daytime in my eyes.

so many people, all around, and many noises, very loud.

i start to sigh and take a walk, i see them smile, i see them talk.

and in the sky, so dark and blue, i see the stars, and i see you.

as time goes by, i don't care, i keep on walking, not knowing where.

all the sudden, no-ones around me, and it feels good. the night is young, i'm in the mood.

the club i entered, has a beat, but no dj working, in the heat.

nobody standing, in this place. the room is dead, all there is, just space.

but, i'm surrounded by, night life.