In half deserted streets,
You will quest for self,
When the dark ceases,
And the night takes over.

A restless flicker of an empty room,
Will call your name,

By a half open window,
That creaks in ache of its hollowness.

And in uncertain steps,
You will keep wondering,

If the call is for me,
Or is it me, who is calling,
For the lost in these streets,
The abandoned me, searching for self.