Familiar places, familiar faces,

The city feels lethargic as the sun sleeps,

Street lights flicker on to illuminate the dark,

As I take the bus route I know well.

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Trees seem to touch the starry sky,

Autumn painting their leaves in warm tones,

Their colours swirl in a blur of motion,

Decorating the edges of this forgotten road.

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Aging concrete goes on forever beneath me,

Each crack and fracture following my pace,

Beacons of red, yellow and green flash overhead,

Luminescent guides on my path home.

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Exhaustion hangs heavy on my eyes,

The comfort of sleep calling out for me,

Yet I fill my mind with idle thoughts,

Keeping my gaze on the shadowy horizon.