I watched her walking
She held the cup with two hands
The look on her face was tired
How often did she need to explain
That her life might be different
On a day to day basis than you or me.
He stands alone, seems to wait
Watching wishing wanting
Though that is theory his eyes
Have a pleading glance as bodies
Move throughout his comfort zone
He may only want to walk away.
And everyday the crowd gathers
Allowing this enigma full of notions
To drift past each story, each dialogue
Eyes that see may not connect
And we only know that a certain energy
Exists and holds a key to explanation
Quiet is each a symbol of truth
Seek the human condition in real time.