About eight million strong,
Sitting in a park surrounded by trees,
Surrounding a green lawn,
I'm plugged into the garden's free power,
Riding the free wi-fi,
The sound of traffic mixes with the birds,
Mingling with the scent of that homeless guy,
Sweat beads on my knees like Neanderthal,
Resting beneath the trees,
Contemplating how I fit in this world,
Versed just by what I see.
And what I think,
Was thought by him also,
This is the wor-ld that was left to me,
What will I leave to others when I go?