Monsters.

A star dipped below that old town skyline

Letting you see the creatures hidden just out of sight

I see a monster in every step

I see them making journeys to haunt who's next

I only know what humans look like

Unable to tell if they are disfigured or normal for their own kind

With every pace they take, I proceed four

With all this noise they make, the need to keep walking seems forced

I see a monsters in every step

They seem jubile on their way west

It neither troubles or calms me

Considering even monsters have places to be

Veered to the east in protest of a pointed suggestion

Smile creased, with a hand wave indicating my own direction

I wish them well in their adventures

And thank them for treating me with pleasure

Head nodded west

You part with those old endeavors