The cars drove by,
the dark hung close.
The music was familiar,
so he sang aloud.

All around him
everything was the same,
but only in the heat of day.

He watched the sky in question,
wondering what would happen
if he just left
and never came back.

All he needed was money.
And a plan.
Then he was gone.

The wind would blow
as the cars flew by.
His body shivered
and he sunk into his jacket.
The sun still wasn't ready to play.

Lost in thought,
he found himself wandering
around in a brand new world.

Nothing looked the same,
everything was blank.
People had no faces,
stores had no names.

His life spun before him
and his heart sank down
down
down.

Maybe in a week,
maybe in a month.
Only time could tell him
when he would leave.