Sidewalk

I think the kids are talking to me,
But I'm not sure.
I have to rewind the podcast
To hear what was said.
I can't remember if I asked my patient
Their date of birth,
So I ask again, but the wave comes in
And fills my ears with lead.

My brain is buzzing like a hive
Seconds before the smoke,
I can feel my body moving,
Seems time isnt slowing down,
Somehow, I woke up, I got dressed,
And I'm here,
So how can it be possible
To still be back in town,

Sitting on the cracks of a sidewalk
I've never seen,
One that leads to nothing
But a place for me cry,
It's like it was put there years before
With the intention to house me,
A soul who's body will move on,
But who's spirt will be stuck in time.