I spent the night staring out my window.

The bricks in front, the strangers below.

Their thoughts rose like steam from sewers

And blinded my heart with concerns much newer

To me.

It shocked me to think I knew their troubles

Like I was buried under that same war-torn rubble,

But I suppose that’s what it means

To be human, or at least that’s how it seems.

Every night it’s someone new

Walking past and a whole new brew

Of worries and fears

And eyes like headlight deers.