Passing by the faces

Of the ones I've never seen before

I think I've lost something

But it's still lying on the floor

In this town

The people wear coats of plastic.

If I enjoyed lying, I'd say I love it

But I'm not one to be sarcastic

The coffee's cold

I want to cry about it

But I'm to old

To be crying about coffee

Just like the break of day

I will break

And I will color the sky red

I'm too busy to go now

I'm picking up shattered nothingness

Forget the broken

Whatever it is

Dance on the shards of glass

It won't hurt you

Your soles are tougher

You aren't new

To this world anymore

-E. K. W.