it hurts to watch the sunset
to feel the light drifting over placid skies
and wonder what the rest of them are doing tonight
it bleeds me simply when i think of them wandering
out there all alone as the sun parts over ocean blue
where nothing seems to live
within, wandering without
and their screams are supple and thick along the shore
where nothing seems to care
it grabs me in the strangest way when i think of them falling
short of an epiphany, sleeping under bridges with hair matted
to their heads like they're trying to sweat out the last of
whatever it was they once were
and there's a distant song playing in the water,
drowned trumpets and harps sobbing,
that makes me feel as if this is all there is for the reckless abandoned,
the hopeless and lost -
searching for a way out that will never appear
from the walls that close them in
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