Light Streaks

The days seem to go on endlessly

The nights seem to short

Yet I am still here

Still, in between time and space

Waiting for something unknown

Able is my body

Yet weak is my will

Pushing through the days with effort

When there is only an empty road ahead

Refuge seems far and distant

Cold stares and empty conversations

With only the bustling sounds of the city to fill in the gaps

Where is that which I seek?