Residence of a melody

Life is just spining around into a sad song.
Am I just a bridge?
With loneliness pacing on it?
I don't know, to be honest.
Should I just laugh or cry?
Every day walking by that old torn posters,
Next to a rich people with dominant cars.
They're just pretending, talking.
All what's in their mind is money.
Just money.
Passing by an old poor man.
Spending his money on alcohol,
Spending his last cent.
Trying to kill his sorrow,
Wasting time on this misery.
Wasting his life.
Slowing his mind.
Trying to forget all the things he have done.
And I'm just walking.
Carelessly watching.
I'm always lost in the places I've been.
Never listening,
Just carelessly walking.
With my earphones in.
Walking.
Lost in the rhythm of the music.
It takes me.
Through my nerves melody is striding.
I'm walking as a melody.
Just as a piano melody.