As I walk these streets,
Do you observe the treats?
Mine or yours?
Or a mixture of each?
Ha Ha Ha
Well its only but natural,
To find out if fact is factual.
I see everything,
My eyes are just good liars,
Smoothly rolling over all, like good tyres,
Never too worn,
Clever to warn..
about life as a bed,
Messing up sheets!
Oh these trecherous streets!!
As I walk these streets,
Questioning all that to which my innocent eye meets,
Motive or purpose,
Notice the circus?
Forced flamboyance,
Different or annoyance?
I feel dated,
But I'm single,
Appeals faded,
Not a tingle,
I don't feel for you anymore,
I don't steal to leave it sore,
Have a heart!
But instead I see you a street apart,
I've walked these streets for many years,
Never seen you, never felt to throw frustrated flares,
But things have changed,
We walk on the same slabs,
but your steps are rearranged,
Generational shift,
Occasional or swift?....
As I walk these streets,
I now understand nothing was ever owed to me,
or owned by me,
Everything changes whether great to grimey,
Smooth to slimey,
We are in a multitude of heterogeneity,
Your actions too are part of this story of stages,
Whether or not you mean it to be,
So nod the acknowledgement of difference,
As I walk these streets giving new understanding deliverance.
