Small Talk

It's been a long time since I went to Church.
I look down on the people from the highest perch.
Couples, broken hearts, celebs, all illuminated by neon grids.
The poor, the rich, starving artists, even adults, even kids.

I turned around and lowered my body, taking a knee.
I blink my eyes and those neon lights now shine on me.
Gazing around, I see the people I saw in the distance up close.
My gaze shift to the asphalt upon the lone bud of a rose.

Another turn and I am on a long road in the desert.
As I walked the road I remain calm but also alert.
I travel a thousand changing landscapes on that very endless road.
Couldn't help but know against the concrete scrapes my shoulders' load.

When I reached the frozen ice caps of this path.
I no longer felt heartbreak's deteriorating wrath.
So one more time I turn around, wondering how far I came.
But all at once I would come to discover everything's still the same.

So I started walking in this brand new place.
It felt like I was an alien fresh down from outer space.
When I saw her face it felt like I had not met her before.
No love, no displacement, no more crying out the door.

I had a gift for that girl with beautiful brown eyes.
A gift in exchange for the promise she no longer lies.
I retrieve the rose fresh picked from the sidewalk.
And thus I learn the true value of our small talk.