Meander

It's only when the city sleeps

that I'd feel alive,

crossing Ts

dotting Is

hoping for a sweet suprise.

It's only when the city sleeps

that I'd feel less alone.

reading pages

on my own

out the window, I'd thrown my phone

when the city sleeps.

Only when the moon came out

would I forget about the accusal

feeling free, free at last,

from judgement

from disaproval

It's only when the city sleeps

that I would feel at home

without any other soul

to feed my rage

ignite my cold.

And when the moon came out

there was no one to impress

for a second

for a moment

Maybe I could feel at rest.