Its late at night,And I look out,
Through my window.
Empty streets,
With a few lights on,
But it’s not what I am looking at.
The reflection on the window glass,
Shows a nearly empty room,
With a silence maintained.
I work throughout the day,
Long hours, no time to spare,
If only you ask me why.
I would have to say,
To escape the hollowness of my life,
To run away from the truth.
I know not what to do,
I stare at the road below,
Morning will soon be there.
~ A Poem By Fizz
