Through the window I look out quietly. Night dark, lights shine, cars run, people pass by. What another day so boringly normal. Like stars come as long as sky doesn’t cry. I drink icewine with a piece of cookie, While enjoying busy night of city. How late did they work to go home so late, Earning just so little sum of money. I close blinds to shut out window of life. Good night to the city’s empty faded sky.