maybe a song

Does anybody see me crying
as I walk down this street
even when the rain is pouring
and strangers walk by

Do they hear me screaming
deep inside my heart

Do you see me crying
as I walk down the street
even when the rain is pouring
and our eyes meet

Do you feel like helping
we've never met

I push my hands into my pocket
look down at my feet
I try to hide my shaking

You come a little closer
holding out your scarf
You can see me shaking

I take your scarf
You smile a little

And our eyes meet
but we've never met

on the mystery of life

I  hold life so cheaply that it causes me amazement that those who have so much less than me cling to life so tenaciously.

Have they found an elixir to make everything seem so golden? A poison to make you love and enjoy, even as life slowly kills you?

Or maybe that's the beauty of life that I seem to have missed.