When we're born it's not our choice,
so at first it cannot be our fault...
Noisy crowded buses run
Taxi cabs they scurry...
All are the same; just they are same
They look identical, look like machines...
The human race is fragile...
We are somewhere
between the days before...
Don't mistake me,
I love the feel of a warm fire crackling...
Friend, why do they call you immigrant if the...
but why when you are crossing the border you feel...
The faces pass
Blurring in the rain...
I stare at the sharp silver edges
directly in the path I'm headed...
Daily news
lies and pain...
Rainbow colors
Upside down...
Desperation
In an indifferent universe...