Consumes Itself

Can you see it from your window?
Can you hear it in the haze?
There’s a static in the shadows.
There is sadness in your face.
On the towers and the telephone poles,
The crows moan when the wind blows.
On the surface it appeared as a dream.
I let the emptiness consume me.
I can tell you, there’s no meaning.
I continue on my way.
There is trouble finding purpose.
There’s a secret I can’t say.
I can see it from where I stand.
I don’t know if I can hang.
I was laughing in the rain.
Yes I always wash away.