Insignificant passers by
the ugly smiles
and disappointed sighs
mildew rests upon a log
fallen from the rising fog
which clears off when the sun does grow
and shines down on your eyes and nose
the face's change
the mood does too
the time has come
to power through
bass line stomping to your brain
electric vibes rush through your veins
children appear and then the dogs show
each too familiar with things they shouldn't know