That spot of ground that no one claims
That no one keeps that no one names
But no one can it isn't theirs
And of the people, I'm aware

I hide beneath a yellow book
But as I seem to read I look
Upon my right an empty space
Until I see an eager face

He takes a seat and looks around
On this nameless place, this hollow ground
He does not claim with his endeavors
But as it lays to be forever

Boredom sneaks upon his back
I watch the beast go to attack
He gets up from the nomad seat
And makes his way across the street

So I sit, I sit to wait
And place the emptiness as bait

Just as I thought here comes someone
The passing fame returns undone
This girl she has a camera near
And I suppose she'll use it here

She turns and focuses on me
As I pretend I do not see
And as it seems she's satisfied
She takes her lead she leaves with pride

So I sit, I sit to wait
And place the emptiness as bait

As I watch a family pass
A flock of birds arrive at last
They use the bench to sit and rest
So they can fly emotionless

But a single dog scares them away
Attached by leash a man in gray
How sad to see him follow close
And solemn he remains a ghost

Soon enough I get impatient
And find it necessary to leave my station
And as the place I once had watched
My own space becomes the epoch

So I sat I sat to wait
To watch the nameless ground intake
And as each soul is unaware
To reveal in fact how much we share.