The pen glides and twist. Never meant to do it like this, but no choice Hope they hear my voice over all they rejoice. No time to sit and wine when it comes down to it. Coins in my pocket jingle as I walk. All they really wanna do is talk. But I'm more comftorble the other end of the block. I try to see throught the smoke and fog. They just joke and try to see past their job. Radio spits out beats as I wander down the street. Don't feel the heat as I follow my feet. Car's speed by on the fly. No questions or wonders why. Kid's in the park smoke and get high, Questioning, Will they be missed when they die? But no time to think of tha right now. Just follow my feet and avoid the snow plow. Got no where's to go, and no time though It keeps me going on, even when I'm wrong and the road seems long. But that's fine. Gotta keep following my feet, move to my own beat.