I sit on my porch
watch them walk by
so many shapes
sizes personalities
yet all so much the same
where are they going?
what are they up to?
laughing and talking
among themselves
with seemingly
not a care in the world
sugar spice
and everything nice
switched into overdrive
do they know I’m watching?
or that I’m even alive?
maybe they’re watching me
it’s hard to tell
when your heart’s still at large
cause I’m just a teenage boy
