Not Today. I left my coat on the train this morning. Next to that homeless man, eyes wide awake who couldn't stop his snoring. I stepped outside, the rain was pouring. I guess that I'm the only one who missed the weather warning. It's apathy with scattered showers. Falling on those skinny girls with wobbly shoes that look like bloody towers. I don't want to laugh. I don't want to cry. I don't want to frown. I don't want to smile. I wan't to get lost on these streets where you've confined me. Until someone comes to find me. I pass the morning's rowdy children. Plotting how they'll leave this place and make themselves a million. Stupid conversations on precious smartphones. I hear somebody's a bitch and everyone's an arsehole. The sweeping mans eyes are glazed. He's never getting paid. He'll be right back in a queue in twenty something days. I don't want to laugh. I don't want to cry. I don't want to frown. I don't want to smile. I want to get lost on these streets where you've confined me. Until someone comes and finds me. A lazy dog licks my shoes. His owner stands redundant selling altruistic news. I pass the mornings buskers. Cynical songs lack lustre. I think they want a clap, but a coin is all I muster. I avoid #life's familiar faces. Trying to make them think that we're going different places. I don't want to laugh. I don't want to cry. I don't want to frown. I don't to smile. I just want to leave these streets behind me and hope that no one comes to find me.