Concrete Lives by Shiza Rizvi
They all move, travel, exist. But the lives they live, are concrete.
It's the same bus, same route, same seat, same old view, everyday.
This world's a blur for them. They live inside it, but exist somewhere else.
They got mouths to feed, futures to create.
The weight you see is not the only one on their shoulders.
Days, weeks, months, years. Time means nothing to them.
They move, exist and travel. But time, is concrete for them.
~ Shiza Rizvi
