Bystanders

pay no attention to the girl behind the mask, like the man behind the curtain she'll give you all you ask. but who gives her? she'll wither away never knowing who you were. aint it sad? how no one recognizes what they had. pay no attention to the boy and his guitar, strumming chords to drown his loneliness that still it wont get him very far but still he tries so that nobody sees he cries aint it sad? how people treat eachother...so bad they paid no attention as they crossed the crowded room seeing shadow after shadow, wilting slowly as they bloom then they see each one more miserable than he is it true? theres some more miserable than you All the innocent bystanders in the crowd they wait and listen for some tiny inclination that their voices have been risen were they heard? by someone greater and absurd so that they feel they're a little bit more real the girl the boy and all the people in the world bathe in the sun and shed their skin as high up in the air they twirled beneath the moon they could see eachother bloom could it be? things are worth what can't be seen afterall