Nothing but footsteps in an empty street.
No one to see. Sleep, people, sleep.
Keep your world small – pillow, human, sheet.
I will stay awake. I’ll walk.
There’s hunger I’ve caused which I must feed.
I know I shouldn’t run away.
Take me there, take the lead.
Force me to stay, make me talk.
I can feel my heart and body beat.
And the people sleep, sleep unlike we.
But I don’t want to feel the need.
It’s a dead end road, walk away, decisively,
And leave the world to darkness and to me.
I kind of stole that last line. Apologies.