Nobody Is Talking To Me

Nobody is talking to me and I don’t know why

Is it because I’m just not liked, or maybe

It is because I don’t talk much. Too busy

Living in my own world.

At least I can dream about things to do

And a place to go. My imagination

Stretches far. I don’t need a car.

I’ve got a bike, but maybe I would go

For a hike, to a land far away and stay

for more than a day. You can come to,

If you like, that’s it you don’t mind

Taking a hike.