Late Night WalksA Poem by Bottle of WitMy thoughts on my way home from school.By nighttime I drown In the blur of the town I would sink to the strums Of guitars and the hums Of the cold wind that blows Through my hair and my nose I walk through the city, My demons stride with me. The faces I pass Disappear just as fast As the cars racing by In a blink of an eye All alone in this sea Of strangers who, like me, Go along with the flow Or against, I don't know. My thoughts drift away With every step I sway A thought says, walk ahead Another says, turn instead My demons fought inside What's left of my sane mind I am lost once again Getting close to the bend. Now where do I go? Would other people know? Are they as lost as I? I close my eyes and sigh I move aside my fears Hear the sound in my ears For now I'm going home Till my next trip alone.
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