As I take a step out the front door,
My cheeks meet the midnight air,
As my feet land on the front porch,
I begin my walk down the nine stairs,
I embark on my journey destination irrelevant,
It's just down the street but the journey's much longer,
Preoccupied with the sounds of empty city streets,
In hindsight I predict that there's more to this wander,
I look up and I see standing in my path,
100 feet away, and half in the shadows,
Is a man deathly still, static and stagnant,
The sight of this man left me frightened and gallowed,
I stood in a stupor staring mouth open,
Petrified and still I connected with him,
We both remained there 15 minutes frozen,
Both were scared from the outside within,
Finally after testing his patience,
Forward I went, towards his station,
On the corner of the streets named Clay and shippen,
I could half see his face, but half was hidden,
As I got closer I realized that what I'd been fearing,
Was merely a tree trunk combined with some street light,
I laughed at myself for what I'd been fearing,
Just a tree in the light, just a tree in the night,
At that point I realized that most of life's scares,
Are things that can be laughed at, they're not really there,
So keep your chin up, and never stay static,
Because you'll lose time and wish you never were stagnant.
