Walking through this town I see many people,
Different shapes and sizes,
All come from all over the place.
They walk to their destinations without a care.
They pass by me as if I'm not there.
I'm like a ghost to them,
Nothing but a blimp of existence.
If I fall they just walk past,
'Nothing to see here so just keep walking'
They live their lives with people around them.
But I stay here, like a ghost,
No one cares.
