HIGH

Crazy talking homeless guy

Sits outside the station

Waiting for a passerby

To accept his invitation

To venture into mumbling

'Bout all of his frustrations

'Bout endless inequities

And the state of many nations

Sunglass wearing wiry guy

Joins the conversation

But he's sweating methamphetamines

Causing homeless hesitation

I sit and stare from safety

• Locked inside my car

Mesmerized by the duality

Of who each truly are

One dirty and downtrodden

Who sleeps behind the station

While the other lives so low

Yet is obsessed with elevation

I sit and watch with wonder

I – the other passerby

Observant passenger of this moment

- And I'm the only one who's high.