Strangers creep and float through the streets Spirits filled with experiences Weighted by regrets Or elevated by happiness Each one with a past, They are close, but their thought seem afar There´s one who catches your eye Her hair is badly dyed, Many would take time to criticize But maybe something happened one day Hopeful at the saloon for a change When a call about a soul ´s demise Took her out of the place Forgetting about everything else Not prepared for a loss A mom dying with no cause Who would stop to think about hair? Would you see her in the same way again? Now that you´ve opened your brain, Now that you´ve dared to wonder? Maybe presently, the deep blue curls Match better with the sense She might have felt that cold and dismal day Maybe she should change to a red Strong scarlet implying the anger The feels she may get at night Expecting mom back when she just won’t. But I might be wrong, My mind can have floated way too far Trying to answer something I will never know The history of the unknown. Maybe I am just wrong with my guess And she just has the worst tincture taste.
When I´m in the streets I like observing people and guessing their past, creating conjectures about their history. This popped in my mind when I was on the bus and I felt the need to write it down. Hope you enjoy it.