walk

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

i walk down the street and i see people just like me but i don’t talk to them and they don’t talk to me why is that, i wonder is it just their way? or is it because they have nothing to say? i have a lot of things i would like to ask about i would be polite and courteous and not wave my arms and shout but i know way down deep if i tried to talk to strangers they would think i was a creep am i just a creep? who is to say? when the sun goes down it’s night and when it comes back up its day