I sat alone in the hidden alley watching the city pass me full of laughing hyenas, unaware. I sat alone, no one noticed me they passed the darkness where I pretended to be glorified with the booze bottle wrapped in paper. The street lamps flickered; red, yellow, and green. One after another music satisfied my aching soul. Maybe I thought the world would be better if my eyes were only half closed. But I am more than a passing person alone, unaware of my surroundings. I was meant to live more here. Sitting on the out skirts of the forgotten lonely alley strumming the stings of life to which no one payed attention; or cared. But I played on. Eyes half open but still more aware than the laughing hyenas blinded by perpetual plastic and predominate lies.