“It’s when the City sleeps...”
They said the City never sleeps
but you tell me this isn’t true.
You say there’s no one else awake
...with exception of me and you.
You lift your hand across the sky
to show me life’s panorama...
Drawing down the shades of my eyes
for insight to our human drama...
You’re turning on the TV (...yes..!)
that portal to reality
(...that’s invading our privacy...)
Every channel’s bearing witness
to such puppets... of you and me.
Here we are! with purchase power
now crashing down the aisle...
Here we are in silent auction,
still bidding farewell to our lives...
And here we are, as made maudlin,
in the suds of a soap opera...
And here! completely shot and numb
in causality of a gun!!
Our show down ’long an empty street...
Dreamt and lived, while others sleep.
And yet somehow you comfort me,
lifting sleep from these City ’lids.