Again

Awaiting your destiny

On a smokey alley

Clinking glasses and flashing

Lights of sin on your tee

You happily sink deeper

Into your reverie

With a notion of freedom

That only you can see.

In the middle of the night

She wakes up at a knock

The wood, metal and the rust

Tired keys and a lock

Running to keep up. And tears

Of sorrow and of shock

Splash over the wrinkled cheek-

A wave on a dark rock. 

All you see is the fizz

At the bottom of your glass

The lights are still flashing

Colored lightening, so harsh

But your open eyes are

Opaque and you let it pass

The smell of cheap perfume

The shine of expensive cars.

The lump on her throat grows

As she gasps for some fresh air

But these men here don't care. 

She thinks of miracles

That have helped her in despair

And she closes her eyes

In silent, hopeful prayer.

You are still there, still there

How could you change your ways when

The time has passed? And lights-

They flash on you yet again

When she sits beside you

Waiting for you to begin

Explaining your actions.

And she could believe-again.