Sleepiness surprises your senses,
Stunned with numb seduction,
And you walk about with worriless
Intent, Content with the endless
Sidewalk's strange appeal,
The illuminated stretch of concrete,
A pathway into tomorrow.
And still you wish there were
Someone there, someone with which
To share nothing in particular,
To follow, to chase, to walk beside
At any pace.
Yes, just a hand to hold makes life's
Wicked ways disappear into
Nightfall's stretching darkness,
Makes uneven streets the smoothest of walks.
And silent stares the best of talks.
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