Flight

Flight
There are nights where I will dance beyond the dying light. 

but tonight. 

tonight is flight.

You know nothing of what I want

this loud bar 

with unworthy people

toying with their phones.

I tried. 

I really did. 

I lingered in the bathroom 

saw the back exit

and with a palpitating heart,
 I fled. 

I laughed aloud at freedom

as I pranced into the alley.

And I walked,

walked under stars,

under streetlights

eating italian ice,

admiring the gallant stride

of my converse clad feet,

running past the sketchy spots,

counting cars,

climbing up on fences

to stare at the night sky. 

escape

escape 

escape

from loud noises

obligations

the sour moods of the day. 

tonight 

tonight is mine.