In the dead of night inside a house on the corner of a street,
I could hear an ice cream truck in the outside world
While inside the house seemed like a world of sadness
With people mourning
And tears being shed
And thoughts being whispered.
And though I should have been in the same depressed state as everyone else,
The only thing passing through my mind was,
“Why is the ice cream man selling ice cream at this late hour?”