Everybody’s gone
Off in college or incarcerated
But I’ve got something to prove
Who do I show how well I’m doing to?
I’m well aware I’m allowing my expectations
To get the best of my evening
Self pity is just so fitting for this scene
I’ve spilled my guts literally
On this spot between my two feet
A few too many times
I’ve ran through this parking lot
Threatening suicide
Each prideful stride
To escape my mind
Only to collide with it
Time and time again
And here I sit
Committed to this bitterness
And these winds
Wishing this homeless man
Would take the seat besides mine
And we could talk about life
And the kids,
Some old friend’s younger siblings,
A spittin image of them
At first glimpse
But their eyes don’t ignite
With cries of lost time
Like I’m waiting for
It’s still early in the night
I’ll keep smiling
At the passers by
And they’ll return it
In the name of the holidays