Reality

Why should I walk the street of hell each day? Black soggy muddy water. Written words all over the place this is reality. Leather jacket ready worn on to do something. Shouting in my ear so much please stop it. Look at me in the eyes, those dark places that had no light. Those sign boards saying no entry. I might have been ok if I was born next century. The hands in my pocket what am I up to know. Those people say the word no shame in it. I am ready to go know hide in a safe place.