The ways of being
I cannot comprehend
Exploring the infinity
Beyond my ken
What I love most about existence
Exploring the infinity
Beyond my ken
What I love most about existence
Yet… perhaps no greater love for this moment
Whether it seem strange or familiar
Than mine
If I can be still
For just a moment longer
If I can be present
In all this shadow and blur
Will the world make more sense
Will anyone see
Me
Like waking up
In a strange bed
In a strange room
Trying to find
That one thing
That one point
Of recognition
A silhouette
Bicycle rickshaw
India
But I noticed
Anywhere I stood in India
I could see someone
Selling something
To someone else
I peer into their world
Try to understand what they see
How they see it
It helps me see
The nuance in my own world
In my own perception
Every now and again
I notice people
Peering back at me
A moment most illuminating
As it reminds me
Look at yourself, through their eyes
And so, I wonder
What do they see?
How do they see me?
The world seems
No smaller, no larger
As it crashes down
Cast by the weak glow
Of a wan sun
Frustrated by the dull grey
Of the everyday
He stood apart
Waiting for trains
For the one
Which never arrived on time
And for the one
Which would never arrive