A cricket chirps in the darkness 

Filling the emptiness of night 

Some people rest, 

Tired from the ended day 

Some lay still, 

Consumed by thoughts that were buried away 

They grasp for any distraction, 

Anything else to focus on. 

Maybe they’ll listen to music, 

Some sorrowful tune to fill their minds 

Maybe they’ll be swallowed by technology 

Watching video after video 

Attempting to have any form of connection 

Any way to relate 

Or maybe they’ll just lay awake 

Surrounded by the darkness 

Listening to nothing but their thoughts 

And crickets.