Walking home in the early hours
After another night of alcohol
I’m not drunk, just giddy in the moment
It’s 2 AM and the streets are silent
Only my scuffing shoes are heard
By me, and me alone
Despite being frozen I feel great
No better feeling than the night
and the cold, surrounding me
Why don’t more people do this?
Why don’t I do this more often?
Why don’t I feel happy?
Maybe because people have a job
Maybe because I have a dream
Maybe because that dream is unfulfilled
I can feel the rumblings of the bomb
I know that if I continue like this
I will self-destruct
Boom!
Then what can I look back on?
Some wonderful memories
But memories don’t pay the bills
My dream will