You walk past
Eyes fixed on the ground,
Captured by the pavement
Whenever I’m around…
What makes it so fascinating?

I wonder will you ever
Look me in the eye?

I wonder do you enjoy
Being so out reach?
Well, baby, soon
You’ll drift away,
Floating with that head
Full of hot air
And lies.

I wonder is it fun
Standing on your
Above all the rest of us?
How’s that high horse
Of yours?

You might laugh
At the rest of us;
You might
Fake a smile.
But it’s not so fun after all…
When you’re left
On your own,
Just you and your
Is it?


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