the Night

It's surprisingly warm when my bare feet touch ground,
but the night that surrounds me is cold without sound.
There's no one outside that I can see,
Unless they're all hiding, watching me.
I look down the dimly lit street, longing to walk alone.
She knows I'm out here, but I should go home.
I just can't stand the insomnia and sitting alone inside.
I love the feel of freedom when I'm all alone out here at night.
There's nobody staring disappointed in me,
It's just me by myself on this poorly lit street.