5.07.2012
Ordinary World
He sits by the bus stop. Maybe today someone will notice him. His mother left over a week ago. She told him to stay here. He hasn't eaten in days. He is hungry, tired, alone. The ground is cold. His clothes are torn. He sleeps under the bus stop bench. He sees the same people everyday. And everyday, they pretend not to see him. They look at him like he's a criminal. But how could he be? He's only eight. He sits and he wonders why he is here. But things will not change, not in an ordinary world.
nothing changes
We see everything but beauty.
We hear everything but music.
We want everything but pain.
We taste everything but love.
We touch everything but happiness.
And then you open your eyes,
and nothing changes.
We hear everything but music.
We want everything but pain.
We taste everything but love.
We touch everything but happiness.
And then you open your eyes,
and nothing changes.
will you?
Where are you going? He asks.
I cant explain. I say.
When will you be back? He questions.
I cant come back. I say.
Why are you leaving? He wonders.
I can't be happy here. I say.
Will you write me? He pleads.
I wont. I say.
Will you loose yourself? He asks.
I will try.
I cant explain. I say.
When will you be back? He questions.
I cant come back. I say.
Why are you leaving? He wonders.
I can't be happy here. I say.
Will you write me? He pleads.
I wont. I say.
Will you loose yourself? He asks.
I will try.
3.18.2012
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