We're at this place, through no fault of our own.
We did nothing wrong, but we still give in.
It's such a clear night and all I can hope
is that the sun doesn't come, to end the
closest thing I'll have to perfect tonight.

The music can play back so loud out here,
a view of the city sprawled out in front.
The lights of the metropolis flicker,
dancing in time to the sounds that we make.
To anxious of our surroundings to care
about the dark journey we're beginning.
Such superficial trinkets are amongst
the most beautiful views one can hope for,
from a city at night, such as this one.

So rarely is anything as divine
as the company I share in this place.
Still, all through my apprehension and doubt
I know that when the next night rolls around
I may be on my own, or I may not.
I could be depressed, trippin', or angry.
I could be listening to some music,
melancholic and dark, or a tight groove.

But I'll still have this skyline for a view.
Bright lights in the dark, so many colours.
All different heights, in a forest of steel
filled with dark creatures, fighting over mates.
Down in dingy holes or above the trees,
scuttling around desperately in dirt,
trying so endlessly to find their point.
Seeking out food and a warm place to sleep
if only for a few peaceful hours,
because then the day comes
and a host of other creatures awake.

So many lives to perceive as I will,
so many beliefs and dreams to be shared.
And it'll always be here. Every night.

02/20/2008

Posted on 02/20/2008
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