Standing in my balcony,
In the early hours of dawn,
I encounter two separate worlds.
One lies in front of my wakeful eyes,
In the form of yellow street lights,
And the dead silent trees on deserted road,
Afraid even to talk to themselves,
As the human neighbors around them,
Rest with their souls gone.
The toy of the mankind has the night off as well,
To recharge its batteries, in its slumber mode.
But wait I hear these monsters,
Plying down the highway,
Serving their masters with full speed.
I wonder then what pressing worldly affairs,
Have forced them both to abandon their sleep,
And venture out in these untimely hours.
What a contrast I see and the other I hear,
In a single moment of time,
One world fully awake,
While the other lost in a blissful dreamy state.
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