--
yesterday as I wandered alone
I struck upon a lone man
sitting by his booth, waiting
and waited
to earn a living, he said
I ached
with much woe, I left
sitting by his booth, waiting
and waited
to earn a living, he said
I ached
with much woe, I left
I sauntered my way behind at the alley
astounded, wholly disconcerted
everything seemed weary and dejected
with rooms calling out
linens drying out
weaving solace
battered walls burnt ceilings
anything tangible seemed so delicate
despite, people here are in content
yet the truth compels me; its daunting
to comprehend is difficult
but then again, I am nobody
