SIDEWALK CEMETERY

There are six dead men off the interstate

A quarter mile down from the worst Subway

Ever known to man, but what's that mean to them?

They are six feet deep and concentrate

On a quarter life crisis tied to real estate

Or, maybe, that's just me, but, I'd say to them

There's not enough breath to cool down the gun

That promises kept help the world run

And it's far smaller than you ever thought it would be

There's not an award for who's done most

Or how many commas bought your silly little boat

We all leave here, in a sidewalk cemetery

There are six dead trees and the common trait

Between the arboretum and the insensate

Is they both are what you make em, or if you ate that day

There are sixty feet of wooden maze

That wrap the gentlemen in hopes to resonate

Or, maybe, it's just human to elaborate

There's not enough breath to cool down the gun

That promises kept help the world run

And it's far smaller than you ever thought it would be

There's not an award for who's done most

Or how many commas bought your silly little boat

We all leave here, in a sidewalk cemetery

When the twelve that died together stay up too late

And the roots that held tight start to wither away

I'm sure that in the dirt is the purpose that we create