After Midnight

Angst to create, lust to destroy,

Craving for heart-pounding music

And strangers bodies becoming one.

Boots slam the ground in synchrony,

Beating anything in its path.

Individuality is dead,

We all make the sprint, together,

Out of this old town and into

greatness and the unknown

to find something more meaningful,

a reason to want to wake up in the morning,

instead of doing it only because it is

expected of you.

Singing loud, colors spewing out and

into the breaths of others,

The strangers,

Pulsing energies of sadness and

rage and excitement,

The numbness that you have been trying to

Cover with adrenaline

is awakened.