On the highest floor in a expensive Hotel, Staring out the window,I see vehicles running through the streets, A woman lay sleep in the bed behind me, she could mean nothing to me, or she could mean the world to me, buildings glowing in the distance, The ever illuminating skyline, and the stars lighting up the night sky,forever accompanied by the Moon, as I reflect on my life. Is it full of meaning? or is it empty as ever?