A small blinking light and pumping feet
Belong to a man furiously pedaling a bike
To avoid being hit from behind.
A prostitute walks by a sleeping cemetery
Hoping to rest in peace tonight
Without any solicited company.
Four corners boasting octagons
Allow them both to pass, and
A car refusing its red warning rolled on.
Its windows rolled down,
The music playing inside could still be heard
When everyone was just trying to find a place in this world.
