Warm and moist darkness
The smell of motorcycles and cyclos
Two strokes and three tokes
The night surrounds me.
Adventure, discovery, and pain
How can they live like this?
Who are these people and
why is the night so loud?
The fountains and the REX
Water drawing lines in the night
Beautiful, soft, tickling the darkness
Thank God for fountains
A party, a panic, a party, a panic
a party, a panic, a party, Never
downtown again, it’s too dark
Except for the fountains-Life Dance