Walking at night

   Another beggar standing on the road
   Again the alley worker puts on shiny coat
   Run along the walkway,jump upon a bench
   What has happened to us,why we are so strange?

   Energy maintenance serves for moonless nights
   But do they have a reason to switch on morning lights?
   Where are them going,do they have the time
   There is nothing worth it,except composing rhyme

   I've turned to the darkest shadows in the twisty street
   Emotions keep on going,and certainly I'm fit
   The avenue familiar,but still it is so new
   And I am running swiftly away from busy crew

   How come this town's drifting on my memory's wave
   I'm trying to remember,but this is only rave
   This world must have been turning truly very fast
   However,I happen to be old-fashioned foggy dust

   These tiny yellow windows,drunken folks inside
   I've stopped to fix the moment,keep on,continue ride
   The tower's clocks keep chiming,think they have 3 times
   The time to find an answer to my compulsive lines

   And there in the darkness I see a faded light
   It could be coincidence,that dot comes in the sight
   The window so attractive,it calls me through the air
   The door step is my own, and I begin to stare

   Coming through the doorway,I recognise the voice
   ..."Hello,my little children,and I've brought some toys"
   With begging all my pardons,I kiss my lovely wife
   She says that I'm a dreamer,and I should'd have a drive