Dull pavement
glittering in moonlight.
A voice inside me
urges to walk on, walk on,
find a new thrill,
find a new drug.
"Come on,
let's get high,
let's get away."
I wander aimlessly
driven by synthetic sounds
and synthetic drugs
through the night,
through half the city,
until the morning wakes me
from my senseless
ecstasy.
