The Cold Wind Against The Night Air

The cold wind against the night air, making

It sound not quite so fair. The eerie silence,

Echoing in the dark. Someone telling

Me I was here for a lark.

Walking to and throw, not looking for a

Show, just wanting somewhere to stay,

Then I swore I heard  somebody

Shouting hey, but why would they want

To say that? Maybe they were looking

For a cat.

As morning came, I remembered my name,

So I wasn’t living in vain. This is the way life

Will be, and that doesn’t include you and

Me, but we will be around for an eternity.