Youthful and Full of Ambitions

We are the poetry of the streets,

youthful and full of ambitions.

Cacophony rising as voices mingle

at night when we wander together.

There are no quiet hours.

A Nightly Stroll

After Robert Frost

Just where I am, I do not know.

My mind is full of storm clouds though;

I wish I did not fall asleep

and let the twilight nightmares flow.