Its 8:30 again.
Another evening,
But its almost over.
Or is it not?
And unlike other days,
In the city outside,
There's no rain today,
But splashes of neon glitters on streets
Bars that have music played live
For many or most
the city is alive.
Its peaceful.
Everybody's ready
For this and that.
Maybe a movie or dinner
Or over coffee, an inane chat -
Meet a friend, or family shopping
Everybody's ready
And moving.
Every minute is pushing me
Join up, go ahead,
Leap off the building,
The city awaits.
But like a cat curled up
On a tin roof,
Eyeing the world -
Shying away,
I stay.
The evening starts a conversation
And I tell her my work is done,
But there might be more
Or maybe none.
So the evening takes the conversation ahead,
And asks as an aquaintance -
Should we take a stroll?
Should we have something to eat?
And I say maybe later,
For now I would prefer my retreat
So thats the way it is
The decline is repetitive
I turn down every evening
There's no other refrain
But she still tries in vain
Again
And yet again.
Loneliness is a good friend
We meet each other a lot
We like our company
And just as three is a crowd
We prefer to be left alone
On our own.
