Early Sunday Morning

*we live in cities you never see on tv*

Sitting on a wood chair out on my fire escape I'm looking out. 

Not at anything or anyone in particular.

Just looking, really.

Trying to figure out what everyone who walks past is thinking. 

Boys with boys, girls with girls, and boys with girls.

Where are they all headed?

*I'm naughty by nature like a hip hop hooray*

Some seem to rush.

But others have nowhere to be.

And I guess that for them walking anywhere is better than sitting somewhere.

*are you gonna stay the night*

But I'm content right here.

Watching them all. 

Seeing myself.

In the lone passerby.

And in the group. 

And off in the distance where I can't see anything but streetlights and houses.

I'm there.

Under the streetlights.

In the houses. 

*sippin on coke and rum I'm like so what I'm drunk*

And I think there's gotta someone just like me.

Sitting somewhere. 

Thinking about everyone else.

Not realizing that maybe they should think about them self first.

*mother fucking animals*

Animals. 

I guess that's it. 

NP: the italics above