Through my window 

I stare at the night,

Watching the blurry

Figures pass on by,

Illuminated by 

Lighning bugs buzzing

On the tips of their poles.

 

People pass on their

Paths paved to anywhere, 

Passing eachother as

They mossey along.

Some bring friends,

Some march alone

Down the college road.

 

Occationally a car may whisp 

Along as it hurries on its way.

Because a car speeds

Faster than two legs any day.

 

And yet, here I remain,

Watching the hypnotical figures pass

Like a cat on a balcony. 

I care not of what they're 

Doing or of where they go,

But I still watch the 

Blurry, hypnotical figures pass,

Hurrying as they go.