chance meeting

I can see you she said
past the art that you wear
what you're trying to hide
with the blue in your hair

but there's a little girl
looking back

looking back over time
sighing inside
trying to hide
the petty crime
of being alive

you talked to the worn out shoe
the baby too
anyone who would listen to you

it's taken it's tole
they wounded your soul
stuffed you into a hole
and you're dying inside

then turning the tide

and now you have stopped
the dirty old clock
you'll never say more
just stare at the floor

looking back over time
you're sighing inside
and trying to hide
your petty crime
of being alive

©2010 M Kyle Hollingsworth