"Pull over, let's help him"
"Mum please!"
Plead two children

The mother continues
Driving an illogical speed for the city

Shaking her head
"We can't, we're late"
"And we have nothing to give"
Lies to her children

If she has nothing
Yet drives that car
Takes her children home,
to that house

Then what about the man
What does he posess

If money is nothing
Then what is something?
Happiness?

Does he look happy?
Hungry, tired, alone
Shivering in the cold

She carries on
So does he
Through ceaseless streets
And the pattern of life

Wakeup, look out
Help