Strange Enough

Days like this, I come to places like this and just to sit, just to watch. Take a seat a seat at the strangest table and watch the strangest lives surround. Strange enough to love, but only as an observer. Strange enough to still-life in a frame that isn't mine. Leave a seat here open, pulled aside a bit. A lasting invitation, and a friendliest decline. These days all play like B-sides...an after thought, post-everything and undefined.