Before I Forget

Some like to vote, some others don’t But what is really missed The voted in would never want To know if you exist Some like to read, some like to ride Some others never run They walk under the trees to hide Their faces from the sun Some like to go to piano bar And while they hang around Some other people go too far In aim not to be found So what’s the point to mention it Don’t ask, for I don’t know Some strangers passed, in second split It was their final show.