A town without a name
I didn't come to be pat of the frame
no one thought the same.
Street full of empty people
whose thoughts were private longing to be public
but fear arrived
Yet another empty ride.
A girl I thought I saw before
although I knew I was mistaken
someone elses picture taken.
Where was I.
Is the good or the bad
documents of the heart never sad.
Could it be duty that serves
walls that breed fences
or was the crowd live
is it me that forgot to jive.