The Escapist

in the air tonight

i want to feel something special in the air tonight
but not something fatal
hopefully you would've warned me about that
is here anything special in the air tonight?
mothers humming their babes to sleep
women singing along in the streets
children dancing to the songs the won't resonate until they're older
my mind goes blank the minute i feel sober
why are people competing over love tonight?
eventually they all get what they deserve
as long as they try
not fight
why would i ever want to become a professional poet?
there're always people who prose better than i do
they can rhyme
they can write
they can speak multiple languages
better than i do
i'd be the person
who print their writing on a postcard
and sell it to whoever it is
that got their hearts broken along the road