a peom.

A yellow tint colors the gray skies
A few people keep walking along
A fellow friend says his goodbyes
A stereo loops an over-played song

What's the point to have it all
If we always feel the need for more
When a light shines upon a wall
No one cares what's beneath the floor

Time condenses into little drops
And it falls according to its weight
A crime coalesces, but I will wait..
For the answers and heavenly cops..