If my words were to be real
I wonder, how would i feel?!
How would I live or talk
I wonder, would I even write?!
I wonder if I’d be standing here
In this cross, that separates roads
Watching people as they come
Cheering at them, as I see them go!
These statues, who can’t even blink
Let alone, stop, dream and think
These creatures who have lost it all
One click of the button, and they fall!
Uncertain of anything, they cling-
They lean on that fake white line
Too busy living their lives
They don’t realize, they have died!
It’s hard, it’s really hard
To find at least one who’s insane enough;
Someone who truly lives in this mad life
Someone who’s not afraid, someone with the eyes…