Bostons only quiet night

by KENNY   Nov 5, 2007


This night is alive
thriving
pulsating to a beat
that i unfortunatly cant hear
yearning to be a part of it
see it
feel it
breath it
live it
love it
consume it
to of a point of existing with in it
to feel apart of something thats worth a damn
but the city is quitet
no distant wailing sirens no passing cars to distract
the city sleeps but the night is alive
and i chose to live with it
in this momen of clarity
i see what clouded my drive in the past
for these lights shine so bright
its hard to sleep through the night

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