night.

the perpetual
motion city soundtrack
of fast cars and neon lights
draw us beneath
the sillhouettes of
skyscrapers and boulevards.

the night
the flashing light
the city that never sleeps
the people that never weep
and feel more alone
out on their own
in the big nowhere.

little lives
in little apartments
dreaming bigger dreams
than the blueprints allow.
they stare out their windows
from their high places
down below
wishing they were anywhere else
but here.

and there are nights
where the long fall
doesn't seem so bad
after all.


. arigato .