I feel like people are the wind
They pass by and I really don’t mind
Though I stand here with this sign
My eye off in the distance
I don’t even try

Someone drops a bill
I don’t check to see
Is it pride that keeps my gaze?
I wish the rain would fall

I used to have
But I lost
They said make a move
Roll the dice
Its better to have tried

Now its better to have died
In these moments of sober thought
I have these thoughts
How can someone who has
Parallel my grief?

Yet we share
Every stone hits the same rock
Bottom
Is there always a bottom?
Or is that just another trap door

People are the wind
As they pass by
I sink into my bones
Its so easy to not move

To not cry
To feel
To see
To think

I hold a sign
Because what else would I do?
Sit on a bench?
Sleep under a tree?
People are the wind