Eyes Down for the Next Day ©
Sitting here, what do I see?
People sitting down just like me
Iím in a square looking around
Many walking by, round and round
Would it not be great if they would look high?
Even once before they die
People in suits have a purpose they believe
Working for users that will later deceive
Children wide eyed live for the day
Why canít the parents leave it that way?
Tourists snapping what they can from the day
A pity that life wasn't always that way
Just for a moment someone looks at me
I must be an odd one for looking at thee
I keep my stare and raise a smile
He looks at me and runs a mile
Why canít we look without suspicion?
Who is creating this division?
Perhaps I should look down the next day
At least in that way they'll keep out of my way