everynight i sit on the steps and watch the cars go by
count red lights count bikes
no one sees me
i'm not part of their web
so i can see the insignificance of it
consistently in the biggest hurry of their adult lives
life is a blur to everyone the sides are blurred
everyone is a showhorse a racehorse blinded
i am no less blind just blind in the front in the center
macular degeneration
one out of two hundred cars looks toward me
two cats almost got run over
everybody's free
everybody's free to enslave themselves
my feet are black from taking out the trash in bare feet
a song is burning holes in my chest
i'd yell it if i thought someone would know it
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