The Sidewalk

Backpedaling through time
This new dimension is no game
I must put an end to this now
Or for sure I'll go insane
The pretty girls and boys around
Upon their faces we stare
Until our named are called to attention
Speak up, we not dare
I hate these people with all my soul
Because they do not understand
The Truth, The Fate, and blunt insight
Of a truly Illustrated Man
They say the grass grows fresher
I'm sure when a conscience is clear
I am only a single being
A being this world cannot fear