4 Am In The City

 
My eyes wrap around damp roadways,
The rain paints pebbles and concrete.
Pockets filled with napkins and change,
I hurry,
For nothing.
Stale days and numb nights,
Smoke scented hair,
I just sit and stair into the crowd.
Mixing ice in glass ponderings.
The music drowning me.
So why am I here?
I come out,
To dissapear.
The irony.
Footsteps, mellow walkway cliques,
The night air swallows me.
Painted doll,
Encased in envy,
The City,
Made me.
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