Oh, those empty spaces.

It doesn’t roar without fear,

With cheers and chants,

With raves and rants,

But on slippered feet comes creeping in.

 

On the freeway, I can hear

The frenzied rush,

The fatal hush

Of the world that should be sleeping in

 

I feel the change drawing near.

The morning light

Brittle and bright

Through the window begins seeping in.

 

 

Done