Waiting To Be Free

we woke up on the edge of the city

from here you can count the cars, 

touch the stars that reach to light the night

there’s a low static hum as tyres press to proceed

they carry you home,

here we are only ever a place between

where others travel

strangers passing strangers, lives unravel, 

I am one of one hundred thousand men

merely an echo heard over and over again

and then disbanding, alone I am standing,

we are no different

the person sleeping inside of you,

sleeps inside of me

clawing at the walls,

waiting to be free