Night times are
Not because of
But mostly because of
Its not that I’m alone, its just
At night the lights glow and mix with
Everything seems to shine with that glow, like
the happy memories recalled.
It seems that the misty glowing trees swaying above
the dark and shining wet concrete
Make it easier for a mind to wander far and wide, to
the foolish places.
Everyone knows that a mind ought not to wander alone at night, in