Most nights I lie awake in my bed.
In my quiet little town not much goes on.
But over the sound of my thoughts through the night.
The sounds of the city roll on.
The City's low Grumble rings in my heart.
The sounds of the surrounding mechanica.
I struggle to understand my unimportant part.
Grumbling low in harmony with my heart,
The sound of the City plays.
Reminding me of my loneliness,
To stay til then end of my days.
Lost in the sounds I find my self wandering.
I find my self fighting a fight started on pondering.
Found all alone in my silent corner.
I think of the last fleeting days.
Guessing whats next I find myself lost,
walking in black and white haze.
To the end of my days I look for my witness.
Trying to find my own eyes.
Searching in the dark for friendly faces,
Only to find I'm denied.
Today in this addled and incoherent struggle,
I find my true meaning for being.
-Ben '03
