While the rest of the world sleeps
I am up and on a journey to where..
As the birds sleep, the crickets chirp
All I see around me are sleepy eyes
Restless bodies yearning for a warm bed
We are a species of another kind
Churches on every corner, but broken hearts everywhere
Abandoned buildings are my scenery
As we enter a mini hell called "Camden"

Sleep Eyes
~Eileen Ortega~ (September 19, 2014)