In the night

In the darkness of the night

here I am, alone

wandering these empty streets

pondering the question of existence

Who are we, and why are we here?

common questions indeed

with complex theories yet

so far, no answers

Walking here alone in the dark

is it forcing something in my mind

making me ask these questions

or is it just the lack of the usual stimuli

Traveling through the black night

I feel peaceful, yet unease

with its cool air stroking me tenderly

all over like a disease

Allowing travel to an imaginary land

as only the silence of the night can give

putting your mind in a not unlike meditative state

feeling connected, with a higher self

Those feelings come to me

as I walk here, in the night

alone with myself, in the dark

rest filling me, the absence of day