The Insomniacs
Half closed eyes and cups of tea
Turning and pacing up and down,
Fingers flitting across a keyboard
Leaving the house, leaving
attempting to calm their mind
Trying to find meaning
in the world they're already bored with
choosing to wander when
all is dark and quiet and still
Drift to the shadowed park
Meet a fellow wanderer who
like them, prefers stillness to bustle
Wide eyes and open hands greet
the newcomer, with slouching stance
Falls into step, meandering
along the quiet back streets
chuckling at the others' sarcasm
Friends, until the next night when
they meet again as strangers, continuing
their solemn march into the young hours.
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