Of Garbage and Dandelions.

Somedays I go to townjust to watch all the pretty peoplewatching pretty people.

Sometimes I sit on sidewalksAnd I listen to the differencebetween silence and silence.

There is one, if you weren't aware-it's as clear as mud and opaque as air

There is one, in case you didn't knowIt's as white as char and as black as snow

Somedays I got to schooljust to listen to them talk abouteveryone but me.

Sometimes I talk backand they frown and wonder whyA have not has a mouth

I don't know either, I guessBut it feels good to get you off my chest

I don't know either, my friendbut we can still be friends just like we haveforeverand ever will be

And go watching the pretty peopletogether on sidewalks

built of garbage and dandelions