warm colors light my way
as I walk around town
looking for something
to do with my day.
There's not many people out
cause it is beginning to rain
and this street's dangerous
there's people outside looking in.
I don't know how they
can see us or what they think
they see anyway, but
their eyes keep accosting us.
Some of wonder and delight
others cold and dark as night,
there's chatter coming through
the frame like an open window too.
warm colors light my way
as I scratch my head and
think of something good to say,
who are these people?
Why do some laugh, like they
want to take my place while
others cry as if seeing this way
reminds them of their own pain?
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC
warm colors light my way
as I walk around town
looking for something
to do with my day.
There's not many people out
cause it is beginning to rain
and this street's dangerous
there's people outside looking in.
I don't know how they
can see us or what they think
they see anyway, but
their eyes keep accosting us.
Some of wonder and delight
others cold and dark as night,
there's chatter coming through
the frame like an open window too.
warm colors light my way
as I scratch my head and
think of something good to say,
who are these people?
Why do some laugh, like they
want to take my place while
others cry as if seeing this way
reminds them of their own pain?
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