City sleeps

While the City Sleeps

The city is sleeping, though it never truly does.
Horns keep honking; the traffic never goes away.
There’s no peace of mind in a city that never sleeps.

I walk the streets alone, stumbling toward my front door
drunk again, inviting misery as my company.
While the city sleeps,
it laughs at me.

I’ve watched my life pass me by.
As the city sleeps, it ignores me
just another drunk, staggering home from the bar.
Yes, I hear the horns,
but they’re background noise now.

Where has my life gone? What have I done with it?
The city sleeps,
and I’ve done nothing to better myself
just another drunk making his way home after last call.