The City Sleeps

The city sleeps.

The city sleeps as the streets weep
The lonely soul bids to creep
The night is calm as a dead mans palm
No life left or heartbeat
The city sleeps passing through dream
To R.E.M state
The state succumbs to rumbling snores of the city
Residents of the city walk like zombies
Pondering time in a timeless place
no minds awake
Trying to find peace of mine
Or a piece of mines
The insomniac awaits for the city to again awake
As the city sleeps.