Night
A poem
Rainshower. Sunflower.
Gone forever. Like tomorrow.
I stand and see hilltops.
And valleys and
Shadows of my reality.
I always walk down
That lane. Instead of
Picking the other one.
The one with the setting sun.
There are different lanes.
Different streets with no
Alleys in between
Where the people are
Where I can walk freely.
I prefer to go at
Night. I prefer
The forests by
Moonlight. There’s no
Need to go to the city
If the jungle will
Come to me.