In order to fulfill my dreams I have kept from sleeping

He glares at me
The way I sometimes glare at the moon
The way I sometimes shout and stamp my feet to the beauties of this world
It's good to know I am not alone

Often times
when clouds blanket the sun
(as if he needs to keep warm
as if he can just call in sick
as if he doesn't have a wife and kids to feed in the morning)
it's easy to forget we still have shadows.

The last train has just left the station.
I'm very sorry ma'am, you'll have to come back tomorrow.
No, there's nothing I can do about it
The trains run on their own pace
And I just sell the tickets.
But tomorrow is not much farther than a walk downtown.
If you hurry you may catch a glimpse of the sun setting on the city skyline.