Sit on the rough grass, fiddling with my thumbs.
Humming to the beat of the drums.
Taste the salty air at the tip of my tongue.
The smell of cigarette smoke hitting my lungs.
The sound of the water rising high in the air.
As I look at everyone, glimpse a couple by the stairs.
I didn't mean to stair, get the sick feeling in my gut.
What it would feel like to be in love.
My fingers brush against a flower.
I sit there for about an hour.
The beautiful old buildings became a crum.
The leafs beneath my feet sound a crunch.
See the homeless signs as I walk by.
Maybe stop just to say "hi".
Feeling peaceful to be honest.
There's nothing to do on my list.
Ride the train around town.
See the amazing graffiti crown.
No need for me to frown.
I mean I'm in downtown?
Feeling light, and high.
The deep sounds of cars going by.
Looking up at the beautiful sky.
How time seems to just go by.
Time to leave, with my bag in hand.
Something to look forward next time.
I say goodbye as I get on the front.
How fun this day actually was.