Amidst the solitude
Of a wandering mind
Silver tracks
Under the subway light
Figurines of people
Passing by
Shades of colours
On their smeary eyes
Engulfing the darkness
Of the passing voids
Pretty shoes and conceited smiles
Till the sky is alone
And the ocean dark
The horizon is gone
Under the trees and mud
Between their fingers
They hold the lilies
Untouched
Leaving them for
The figurines to pass
Shades of colour
On their weary eyes
Looking up to their
Beautiful lives
Till it’s all gone for
The figurines to buy