Hey you…

Is there anything I can do?

I want to hug you,

Make you new.

If I tried, what would you let me do?



Out there in the cold,

You live your life collecting mold

Sitting watching in the folds

Of your mother’s little scolds.

Will you ever break the mold

Of getting lonely, getting old?



Can you feel me,

Sitting silent while you plee

Letting nature drop it’s flees

While you just stare with eyes at he

Who does not look back when you plee?