Temple Fair

Beyond the window, there's a temple fair.
Fluorescent lights, they fill the humid air.
I sit in silence, watch the people jive.
"So this is how it feels to be alive."

Here comes the bass drum, feel it shake the earth.
The kind of rhythm that makes you fall in love.
Out on the dance floor, sparks a young romance.
But fate would have it, that they wouldn't stand a chance.

The strays, the gods, I've seen the lot.
They're out there screaming;

"We didn't grow up the same, please don't judge me by the name of my neighborhood.

Should our thoughts not align, you can politely decline, it's okay, we're good."