Sitting here on the cold concrete waiting for the untimely bus my mind starts to wander
It wanders into a sea of thoughts
There must be a thousand or more people that I see each day
They all have some destination that they are going to I wish I knew where they were going
Over there is a man who probablly has a highly stressful pencil pushing job that he wants to leave badly
A child who is being beaten by her mother looks into my eyes in a plea of help
Sitting beside me is a woman who is obese
She is unhappy with her weight as she devours another Snickers bar, regret is the only outcome
Teenagers gathered in a circle discussing all sorts of thing that are appropriate in the world that they have formed for them selves
Comming towards me is an eldely man and woman
The man has a cane in his left hand and with his right helps the woman he loves walk on her own two feet
Sitting here on the concrete my mind wanders...
