I'm going to be the dirt
And maybe even the dust
That the passerbys walk all over
When the sun has set
And the smiles have settled
All will be reminiscent
Except me
The grime on the ground
For I have nothing to find nostalgic
No smile to love
No kiss to crave
And that utter terror
Of being left alone
While the crowds move along
Is what keeps my eyes open
When the sun is close to rising