i see the leaves falling down the big oak tree
i see couples holding hands as they walk in the pouring rain
i feel the cold wind , blowing against my face
but i don't look away
i sit here everyday for hours just looking at the people
the people that are so fascinating
the way they walk and talk some even run
but it's not the people i come to see
it's the boy across the street
he also comes everyday sits right opposite of me
on the other side of the park
always watching , carefully looking
trying to figure something out
and that something is me
-the park
