the chalk line.

i hope someone sees today it may just wash away.
and this tragic city bleeds, its paved streets misery,
its street lamps flickering, the cars come sputtering.
amidst all the clamor and its own relenting glamor,
people see and people talk. so i draw the line in chalk,
and hope someone sees today before it washes all away.

Left to Stay

It was that day
that I broke away
and sold to fold
and left to stay.
I left to stay.