Bright lights and under them
Sometimes three, sometimes one
Sometimes shadows none
Deep breathing , loud and clear
Quiet fractals, filled with fear
Sitting on a bench under the sun
With the cold my eyes overflow
Like its trying to tell me somethin'
See people walk by in groups of two or more
Cyclists with their headphones for company
Old lady's, hand in hand
And I'm by myself
As the light starts to evade
And the warmth from the sun starts to fade
Like you , it starts to leave me too
It moves on to shine on the next bench , blue
Be your truth , go free
Get lost and then be found
Translucent images that surround
Your smell , your touch and sound
Same old day
But time changes by the tick
And in my chores I try to look for something new
But I never find you
