3am Walk Poem by Quin Arcelli

I like the sound
Of the vehicles at night
And when it's still dark even
Though above, there's a street light.

It's sounds weird and strange
But the vibes of it
Will never change.

I find peace
When I think of what
Kind of life people had led,

Are they at ease?
Are they in pain, like me?
Are are they in love,
is it meant to be?
Did they reach
their happy sea?

When you see a stranger
What kind of person
Do you think they are?
A drug dealer,
A liar,
Or a fighter?

My thoughts talk
More than it should
My mind is alive
At 3am walk.