sitting on an empty street, in the dark (I've seen them part 2)

I won’t lie,

It has a certain appeal.

Strange at first, maybe

A bit eerie, but appealing.

Yellow. *snicker* yellow light.

From the endless row of lamps

At this ungodly hour

The only illuminated path not his own.

Alone from him,

And those who would scorn me for saying

“Him” and not “Her”.

Totally alone, with lamps

And a yellow path

Cold maybe, but part of the appeal.

The perfect track, if you ask me.

Run as fast as you want,

You’ll have to return home by sunrise,

And so you do, thank you.

On your own planet

One of yellow, lamps, paths, as far away from god.

(Oh you get it now?)

Well here’s my tracks.

I have run here before

On different blocks with similar houses

Sometimes you just need to run.

Run as far as you can

Run till you pass out looking up

Dark and alone in the starless sky.

It may not seem calculated,

Destined or even thought through.

Oh yes you will flicker, you will crash, and

 Most of all you will get up.

The scars will heal,

But don’t sleep

Think, dream, awake, alone

Yellow.

Make it real as paper does,

Waver, fall, bleed

Your soul into this world

Of your own alone

Because you can

There is no one

Not even me, to tell you

Things like gravity

Run your path alone

And, in short, don’t be afraid.

Don’t live in constant apprehension of what may happen,

For you are alone.

Your blood Your tears

Your dreams Your gravity

Your path You’re alone

To see them through

Don’t sleep

The sun will rise,

Taking from you a thousand places

Your mind can take you

But there’s a thousand more,

And I guess that’s the appeal to it.