I walk down the sidewalk.
Side talking sideways but always the wrong way.
I try not to step on the cracks as I tread lightly, deliberately.
But that doesn’t mean the cracks don’t show, over and over.
Pressure keeps the heart-lock, mind just draws chalk outline, a soul mock.
Gotta check the time clock for the social stop, when can I take stock, not feel locked out, I’m hopped-down, feeling like the group clown.
But they don’t know, I can’t frown. Can’t let them down.
Sidewalk. Fake smile.
Tick tock. On trial.
I see them.
I see them. They see me.
We call them friend.
We call them friend. So the judgment’s free.
But together we still talk,
But together we still talk, Down this sidewalk.