The streets are lined
with blurred lights
and burning skies.
They send me on my way
no questions, no goodbyes.
I follow where the night unfolds,
barefoot heart, wide-open eyes.
Greet me when I arrive
if arrival comes at all.
Every turn, a maybe.
Every breath, a song.
Destination unknown
but I am already gone.
reflections of an unquiet mind 