Only alive during the night because when the suns out anxiety hinders me often

But once the moon rises I feel more comfortable in my skin

Love having late night adventures with my vices

Helps keep my demons from arising

So I take a stroll with a couple handmade rolls

Filled with that good green that helps put my mind at ease as I enjoy the lively city scene

At moments I feel so calm and serene

When I exhale I blow out clouds of relief

As I look above to try and spot a star while it gleams

Though that’s hard when my peripherals filled with the rowdy glistening busy streets

So I’d rather gaze at the beautiful city lights imitating the stars they’re blocking

With towers so big you’d think they’re replicating the infamous Babel God brought to destruction

Ironic cuz those same towers help distract me from my internal suffering

And the fact I’m in a losing war with my own subconscious

But I just ignore it and get back to basking in the moonlight and enjoying the comfort of darkness

Before the sun rises again and people rise from their beds and the streets are filled with ant colony like pedestrians and my comfort leaves with it as if it was just a wind passing me by

And I return back to my anxious state of mind

As I prop my mask back on to hide