Can you see me?
I am living on the street,
Can you see?
I have no shoes on my feet,
I have a troubled mind
And a complicated life,
I am not one of those on the street
Living a double life.
I see you walking past
Eyes wide open
Mind is shut,
You avert your eyes
You look the other way,
You act like you don’t see or notice me,
I could het up in your grills
And you still would not see me,
It’s not that you don’t
It’s because you refuse too,
For then you can the abdicate responsibility,
For doing something to help or understand me
And the plight and the life
That I live everyday,
It’s so much easier to ignore me and look away,
In a hope that maybe I will just simply fade
Into the background of life and society,
A be swallowed up by the ground
Because then your conscience will then be appease.