Sitting on this lonely blue bench. Watching the cars go by, before the minute passes. My home carriwd on my shoulders,everything else I bring is carried on my back. Waiting on thisblue bench for someone to notice me ,accept me.I find someone but when they give up... it's back to the blue bench i go. The sky is cloudy just like my thoughts.Waiting for help takes too long. Music is what gives me comfort all that I hear now. Music that plays until the end and is forgotten until the next time. The future seems so far away for me to reach so soon. But I know I'll get there sooner than i think.
September 11, 2010