Old Market Place

I walk around the city
Like a homeless dog
In this chaos, something pretty
In an empty park

Is this a silent offer
In the cool april rain
Easing all the colors
Of the old market place

How are you doing
Didn't recognize your face
Are you angry or just abandoned
By the old ways

Is this a secret offer
Of an outgrown mind
Where suffering eyes begin
To see the start of something new

Stay back and watchin'
The roll down ceiling
Now you don't care the rushes
We're going somewhere