The bright lights and the streams cars surrounds me

the lost aspirations of those who couldnt get their dreams off the back porch,

no longer the apple of their eye

now lost in the background of their shine

Around me are the thoughts i choose to hear and some i dont

the thoughts of those who couldnt make it is all i hear when i close my eyes,

Then when they open its not what it seems to be

The world i hear around me is only me.