As I Walk Down This Street

As I walk down this street,
I see people everywhere i look.
When I look at these people,
I see what they don't,
their hidden passions,
dark secrets and thoughts,
and helpless drowning.
As I walk down this street,
people don't see me,
I know they're there,
but they don't know I am.
As I watch night creep upon these people,
these streets I walk begin to empty.
I walk down these streets,
and watch as families eat and have fun.
As I walk down these streets,
I watch as lights go out,
and children go to sleep.
As I walk down these streets,
I watch as everyone falls asleep.
As I turn towards my makeshift home,
I look at the stars and think,
"How great it must be to watch from up high,"
as this world evolves
with it's own creations.
As I walk down these streets to my home,
I wonder if every person feels this way
at some point in their lives
when they realise that everything
they once had is gone.