2 a.m. Walk

Do you know the 2 a.m. walk?

Lonely streets,

Abandoned air,

Silent homes.

Some owls hooting in distance,

And you remember what your mum used to say;

Unhear it if you ever hear it:

Brings bad luck

And now you think to yourself,

How much more of this bad?

I'm already choking,

How much more?

Do you know the never ending run?
Passing windows,
Blank faces, 
Bastard roads.

And now,
you remember that 14 year old fight;
With yourself,
In the middle of night:

Your hurricanes are dead,
Your ocean is dry,
A drought in winters;
Just tell me how much more?