Were I Stand

Standing in the middle
The Middle of a busy town
Time just slowed down
People rushing by
All with Reason
To be some were needed

There faces es say it all
I'm Going some were important
Yet i stand
All alone
One of millions
Set apart
As my feet are different
No scene of direction

This town is not real
Its just a figment of my imagination
As i ponder the question
Were do i stand?

My feet walk
Were ever i see room
I jump over the puddles
An stay clear of the Cracks
In fear, one day i may fall

Every second is wasted
As this path has no final destination
As this body is dragged across the land
In a random direction

The past can not be changed
Nor do you chose the material
In witch it is made.

As i looked back
At the path i created
The answer Came clear
The truth was
No matter how many people
Stand around Me
I All ways stand alone...