Infested

Everywhere I go is infested.
This rare perfect weather
And I can’t enjoy it
Because they all come
To enjoy it too.
Everywhere I go,
There they are,
Passing in front of me,
Behind me,
TO my left,
To my right,
Or straight over me.
Nowhere is safe,
Nowhere is free.
All I want
Is a little peace and quiet,
But everywhere I go
Is infested with people.