Concrete
there is the ground
then there is me.
I stand tall above it, 'cause being short isn’t cool
the worn out rubber toe
scrapes against the gray slab
bleak like the paved palaces of a city
I walk along
ignoring glances
as I walk with my head bowed,
observing
the
concrete
then there is me.
I stand tall above it, 'cause being short isn’t cool
the worn out rubber toe
scrapes against the gray slab
bleak like the paved palaces of a city
I walk along
ignoring glances
as I walk with my head bowed,
observing
the
concrete