I slept on the roof, but I woke up on the bridge. Dreaming of people while cars kept on passing. Shouting out, but windows stayed shut, A dance of solitude in this chaotic rut.
My balcony beckoned, bidding me dance, Before ascending its heights in a graceful trance. A whispered invitation, in the twilight's glow, To sway and twirl beneath the rain's rhythmic flow.