He lives life in his whim
No light flashes on him
Unhassled and free
He in his own way is happy.
He doesn't mind his way
Doesn't worry what he's to say
His mind is aimless as is his thought
He's not troubled for what he is not.
It isn't that the sun doesn't please him
The moon doesn't bring him the dream
He drinks them without getting dizzy
They pour in smooth and easy.
Beyond avarice and greed
He walks life unnoticed
A familiar face you pass by
He is just an ordinary guy.

She was like a tree
But not a spring tree
Lively and green
She is a tree with nostalgic initials and empty promises carved in her side
Pieces of her are eroded from all the rain
But she remains standing
Through the people who carve their initials and promises of forever in her sides
Through the rain in which she erodes

Thinking hard about you
I got on the bus
and paid 30 cents car fare
and asked the driver for two transfers
before discovering
that I was
alone.