It’s so cold out here,

Amid the wind and rain,

Among the wandering public,

Meandering by the bus stop,

Smoking on a vape,

Endless cars pass by,

Meaningless thoughts are aroused,

Enter the vehicle to home,

Become one of the drones,

Ending up in an automatic song,

Repeating all that is known,

Never-ending moans,

Of righteousness,

Intimidated by their own,

Feeling so alone.

This was written by our contributing writer, Lyndsey Richards.