LastToNight

When the bells swing and sing their lovely old song
And the yellow lights glow fiery in the cold

She steps out to the faint-lighted darkness
And warms herself with her chaffing hands

She realizes there is nothing else to read
Nothing else to see
But the life she is about to weave

And she walks down the street, almost empty
Bathing in the light of the street lamp
Then drowning in the darkness
With the next step

She stops and goes
Checking for a message
Lighting her path with her own ego
Her pride slowly humbling to its knees

She forgets
The weight on her back
The movement of her feet
Her sanity
But

She keeps a mask on
Not knowing how much it could deceive
Or how much it could reveal

And people pass
And she knew somehow
Her eyes would give her away
If they just stopped and looked
Closely
Deeply

She hopes
She prays
For their obliviosity
She could only pray
She could only hope

And she looks away before someone could look in too deep
She knows there is an awful lot they could give away.

But she goes on
As Boyd tells her she is stellar
And Mayer telling her of his wonderland
And Drake, his northern sky

And she goes on
Drifting away

And she knew it would be different
If she listened not to her playlist
Or if she was keeping pace with someone there
Or if there was a stick, a light, a pack, and smoke
Or if she was from some place else tonight

She smiles
And realizes
That walks
Make her desperate
Make her write
Make her think
Over analyze

And the street lights begin
To look like vivid little suns
They blur everything she sees
Except for the life she saw as a possibility.