The crowd walks by and you sit there with a blank face.

Watching life and the world pass you by.

There’s a girl! A goddess amongst the rest.

You stare but not too much, but just enough to keep your eye on her.


She looks, but you don’t stare, even though you go unnoticed.

You’re hidden within the crowd not standing out.

No fresh clothes or new kicks, but the same old stuff you stayed rocking for five years.



Is what they would call you.

Not seen or heard, just a prop amongst the crowd.

No clothes or kicks that can speak loud enough to say,

“I’m Here!”


And the only green you got is the kind that feeds.

Just face the fact and let the fantasy go.

Put your head down and become one with the crowd.

Not to be seen or heard until the end of time.

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