When, walking home from the party,
you stopped and looked back
were you making sure nobody was following you, or
hoping to see somebody approaching?
When you closed the door and turned the key
were you welcoming solitude, or
craving the world you left outside?
In the stone house in the suburbs,
were you cherishing the quiet isolation,
or missing the messy loud crowd of the city?
The sour-smelling dirty messy loud crowd
the intoxicating exhilarating
magnificent
crowd.
ooh! I like that!