People Watching

People In dresses In jeans and t-shirts Emotional messes People Poised Walking around like they own the world And technically we do… People In their head Out of their mind Dead eyes Frozen, confined Designed to love But bound for pain Shutting down everything People Different in every way Playing games Some for smiles others for gain Rooted in two things Brokenness And a search for freedom. Whatever that means… People watching in a part of town where people love coffee a stimulant Making up for the dead pieces inside of them People With their scarves And scars And their broken hearts Their tattoos And Hawaiian shirts. Catching eyes across rooms Chasing one another with flowers and rings and promises Then running away screaming Yelling Getting sex changes because being born is not enough If it were, we’d never grow up. People Creating more people Little people who will eventually Chase an other with flowers Or coffee Or music And you hope they don’t run away screaming like you did. And you almost hope they don’t go chasing in the first place People And we wonder why. And as I observe these people in the part of town that loves coffee A stimulant I wonder how the successful ones do it, And what I’m doing sitting alone Watching