MICA By the night

Its serene
its trippy
Quiet and intense
solitude and sense

Kind of a trip walk
kind of an air of beauty
spells of retrospect
nights of introspect

then there is familiarity
ina strange new way
then there is roxy
following every way

then there is random music
and souless travellers
some knock on the door
some peek in windows

it becomes more habitable
when less habitated
becomes more black
when less darker

becomes more cold
and comfortable
more numb
and sensible

and we dont need no grass
when your trips dancing on the lawns
while spirits say hello
it aint no one im looking for