Watching the world go by; park bench.

Me and you,
seem different realities,
when I'm on this,
park bench.

Nature isn't silent,
but no one can hear it,
fumbling noise and extraverted screams.

Everyone in the park is out there living,
so why must I be numb, keep sitting.

Because social noise is my echo,
and the breeze is my focus.

The leaves blow so loudly,
am I the only one to see,
drowned out by the focus,
of the chaotic world.

Am I the only one listening,
to the silent words of the earth.
The only one that can't stop thinking?

I sit and watch, In nothing but thought,
and I hope that,
surely I'm not the only one.