Wanderer

There were nights when I belonged to the city Stars moon police sirens traffic lights and I Isolated in time frozen despite the frying Temps of summer why am I alive My type of grind seemed to be procrastination Imagine laughing faces as I fight for mine No life of crime no extra issues My subscription to karma didn't care if I was nice or not Walking the streets gave me time enough at last Obstructed view looking at life through a busted glass Tons of questions unsure of what to ask I should probably sleep but its plain too abrupt to crash Looking around my eyes are depressing Can this drama of mine be disguised as blessings Letting out my silent cries confessions Is my prize possession knowing that this guy is destin I feel alive when the town sleeps So many parking lots and alleys they could have found me Such a mystery surrounds me A reason for my being theres bound to be Empty blocks for miles not a soul to speak Mind saying search body says go to sleep All bars are closed stores on most streets Are openly inviting lost disclosed meeks Alone weak disowned with no peace Suddenly the air gets cold to only me I don't need a sermon so please go preach elsewhere I'll never reach my gold peak describes me to a T Blown to pieces by revelations Brain stuttering processing information Hesitation to accept my fate when Its projected in a desolate destination Then again it might just be mind tricks Sick twisted visions designed quick To fool me into thinking its time to quit living My purpose sometimes I feel I might never find it Looking around my eyes are depressing Can this drama of mine be disguised as blessings Letting out my silent cries confessions Is my prize possession knowing this guy is destin I feel alive when the town sleeps So many parking lots and alleys they could have found me Such a mystery surrounds me A reason for my being theres bound to be     Seemingly aimless up and down the sidewalk Only at certain times do the moon and I talk Sometimes it declines which is fine and all Is it keeping me from being outlined in chalk I feel alive when the town sleeps Looking at the clock now its about three Such a mystery surrounds me A reason for my being theres bound to be On a nightly quest to find the best Explanation for myself is time a test I'm with the sounds of the city Mystery surrounds aplenty until what Im searching for is found My soul won't let me settle down So I gotta keep moving on Wandering Wandering Wandering Wandering