What I Am To You

There I was, just standin' in the street,
The only movement is the sound of my breath,
I started walking and my shoes made some noise,
A car drove by, and made more sound,
I started singing a song I don't know,
All of the sudden it came crashing from the sky,
I lay in the street just looking around,
People gathered to just take a look,
I listen to the sounds of nothing going on.
Someone comes along and takes my wallet,
They see nothing in there, so they kick me,
I don't feel it because I am dead,
At least mentally, if not physically.
I'm just a shell to some, and just a mind to others.
What I am to you, depends on how we meet.