Four Lads Stacked In A Trench Coat

I Am For No One

Day breaks. Heart aches.
The city sleeps alone and
awakens to the chaotic love
everyone longs to share.
I am fulfilling but unfulfilled.
Catching stares. Reflected glares.
Contentment only lasts for so long.
I'm a sidewalk; you're a car.
Do I want to play in this parade today?
I'm not sure it even matters.
Attentions span. Intentions wan.
I crawl back into my bed
knowing I did my best to be
sociable, even if it isn't much.
The city joins me in a rest
nobody else can understand
for I am for no one.
I am only for me.