There Are No Windmills

Third shift often referred to as the graveyard shift oh the company I keep through these hours covered by shadows.Souls to wander about at night the lost the lonely and then there are those who are guided by voices poured into the head Stairwells don’t lie, streets don’t lie pain is real desperation has a fragrance aren’t we all gamblers. Look just look at what you bow down to. The screams at night speak truth the lights that cover a street like a pallbearer at a funeral speak truth, what pours into you who’s voice are you listening to, Are you walking or are you just dead.