the happy one

[Zen]

I wait all day for the night time
so we can walk the streets under the bright lights.

There's people ahead and they're walking together, and talking of how it's always better on the other side.

They laugh that they'll be there in another life.

A girl's in the alley,
her friend holds her hair,
with her head in the garbage can
hoping that no one stares.

We move on,
our only thought: we don't care.

'We're almost to the Square.'

But I stop for a moment.
'I'll just meet you there.'
I light up a cigarette,
and take in the breeze
of the cold night time air,
and quietly I whisper,
'I wish I could die right here.'
Sigh...

Enjoy the good times.

Cheers.