Waking up,
dizzy feeling in my head,
mechanically marching through the dark,
transported through the city's veins,
chained to a grey room,
small windows,
neon lights staring at me,
until I get back into the crowds,
shoving and bumping into each other,
rude words,
through the veins again.
And at the end of each day
I'll be thankful
to lie in your arms
and find short-lived rest.
