I follow behind
the smiles and tears of happiness;
...I walk alone.
The lyrics of"creep"dance in my mind
while everyone else hears
the soft,happy piano notes
that the store rings out.
The smell of sadness floats
into my nostrils;
it soars into my lungs;
everyone else smells materialism
and tastes the money-filled air.
...I have nothing.
Children smile{and everyone else};
allowing the 'special'felling'
listenning,glistening
chimming bells;
...They do not move me.
