Quiet and awake
Listening the voice from a distance
Well ahead...
From the chaos of the world
A point on the round
On the corner I stop..
Taken..
The grief of the lost soul
I am evidence
With the foul air of human race
Stitching my web
I watch the boy
Writing with his pen
Staring at me...
Asking questions with his silence
Shivering with benevolence
Yet, I wonder why the boy doesn't speak?
