I stepped off the bus
   never the same one.
always a different point of view

Every time I walked of
                   the step..
Wandering
              glancing,
looking at the afterimage
of the people wandering on.

Cracked pavements breaking the backs
of others sleeping rough. every step
a story and every movement,
each a motion in the wrong direction.

I always gave a moment to them
sad starts or static endings....
purgatory of morality kept in-between.