On the corner of lonely & sad South of everything he wanted to be Just west of love & happiness Sits a man that often thinks of when he was a boy Silently smirking about the ambition he once had Smoke billows from his mouth as puffs with no pass
Looking into the sun until a cloud covers its rays It begins to rain but he stays while others run away No fault to them the clouds lack silver linings
What's binding him to that spot?
He's lost with hateful thoughts Numb to mocks from the flock on the outside Inward is where it hurts the worst Waiting for him to blurt out his sorrow He merely continues to sit with his spliff
I wonder if each hit is a wish?
Love from a Miss, to hold hands with & kiss His oldest wish It's too foggy with that salty mist Hidden from sight despite stature
When's the last time you heard pure laughter?
From him?
He's never happy only top up with apathy Every day he sits on this corner Mimicking a foreigner in a land he created