Traveler

Just about that time again
When the city sleeps
And I grow restless.

This room always feels
A little too crowded
Filled only with silent thoughts.

I hit the streets
Walking past the ghosts
That haunt the sleeping.

Out at night to stake out
The best shadows to hide in
When the sun rolls 'round.

Find myself a little shy
Of the moon's doorstep
Which suits me fine.

Up among the stars,
Wishes from below,
Is too bright for my liking.

Finally come across the Sandman
And after a short talk
He sends me on my way, content.

Slip into bed as the world wakes.
I'll spend the day hiding
From the blinding lights.

Wait for dark to set in again
When nothing shines too brightly
To see it for what it really is.

Wait for dark to set in again
So I can go searching for truths
Maybe find myself on the way.