Feet, steps, haste
Voices, laughter, ‘excuse me, please’
Running, stopping, running
beep, open, beep, beep, repeat.
Suddenly sitting, resting, wait, was there a sound?
Lunch break. A sigh. Silence.
Refreshing, green lungs,
breathing slowly, everlasting patience
Through endless, flowing, streams of wheels,
writings on the walls keep chatting;
calling for eyes to see and mouths to reply.
The humming sound of manhood
composing its song with mastery.
Sketches of ever-changing places,
where thoughts are born to be great,
dreams build with every minute,
while others just remain a myth.
Relations exist for brief moments only
and peace has many faces.
That singer in the corner,
with his guitar case open,
whistles the lyrics to the symphony of the street.
