The Walk Home

As I walk these blacked streets, I'm nameless.
Like an extra on Shameless.
Don't mistake me I have no with to be famous,
Just an aim to not be so aimless.
The music cascades over me.
With it's wub and it's dub,
The bass cannon, the wobble and thud.
An image of you awakens and grows in my mind,
As does a vision of my bed.
I'm not sure which I require more at this present time,
But I know if I had both it certainly would be present time.
Even though I see you so clearly,
Reality dawns.
As the rain rolls down my lenses and makes the world blurry,
I'm in a predicament.
Leave the specs on and be blind,
Or take them off and be blinder.