All Around

We feel it all around all the time
In the warm breeze of a lovers whisper
Haunting the dim hallways of an abandoned home

It is in our hands and around our minds
Where the sun nearly reaches under a tree
Even under the scurrying of the smallest bugs

When the siren wails through empty night
And the laughter boiling form a playground
The quiet mutterings of the man asking for change

It is in the smile of the old woman on the bench
In the sunset light playing on a pond
The silent watches of the spider in its web

Dwelling in the seething of the teenage idealist
Hidden in the kind words of the random stranger
Beaming from the eyes of a friendly dog

Laid out in the spray of newspaper
Plastered on the constant billboards blare
Flying in the morning breeze on the water

We feel it deep as a building burns
And not at all when we stare in the foggy mirror
But it is there all the same whether or not

In the glint of a knifes cold heartless edge
On the dull glow of a warming ember
Above the shimmers of the cooking asphalt

And we only wander through it
Unaware of its ubiquitous presence
Moved by what we simply cannot see