The flowers have a bland yellow The grass is a deep green I notice a fellow no smile, yet they gleam I walk along this street kicking rocks that set at my feet they do no harm, yet I feel threatened why do they sit okay, while I go with no end? Questions rack my mind where are you? were you even here in my time? No answers come, here I am confused. i doubt you, your life why would you lie? my realizations are knives then i meet your eyes you walked past me nothing behind your eyes my life empty of your presence but now I know your message.