clouds

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

you may ask me what i want but i don’t really know i never asked to come here but am afraid to go if i could look inside the heads of people passing by maybe i would laugh but more likely i would cry o people with your smart phones pressed upon your ears the sidewalk that you walk upon is a river of tears o children with serious faces intent upon your games the clouds look down upon you but do not know your names