Big City Life I See You

Looking out onto to the glare off the streets, it almost appears as if the asphalt were a sheet of glass, as the rain pours down on the street. I see them but they hardly even notice me. Another cold winter has come and gone for me, life in this Big City ain’t for the weak. They look at me as if I was some kind of freak, as I bundle trying to keep warm inside my filth laden sheets…I sometimes can’t remember the last hot meal I did happen to eat. As I dig through a dumpster in the alley behind some old fancy restaurant whose name I can’t even pronounce. A fifth grade education, if even that…I see them, but they rarely ever see me. Lost here in the Big City this ain’t no place for a country born boy to be…yet I see them, but they rarely see me. My bones ache and sometimes I can hardly see, no refuge from the hot summer’s day heat…Look at them all riding around in their air conditions cars with the music blasted so loud, I see them but they rarely see me. Don’t pay me any mind. I ain’t mad at this old world or even God… just upset with myself because I let the Big City life capture me and still my youth. Still do what you always do when it comes to someone like me? Stare off at someone else and just pretend as though you don’t see me standing here, just asking for some help. Yes, look away…because no matter what you do? I still see you.