On a clear summer’s night, I walked towards the nearest light,
As my footsteps made a click, And the lights flickered, so very quick,
As I walked towards it, And it registered in my mind, but by bit,
The silence was unbearable as you may think, It was silent, and then came the blink,
As I looked at the light again and heard the sound of a whistle, If I didn’t hurry I’d miss the train, and my mind forgot the silence, and went into a permanent dismissal.