I sat by,
the railway station,
young people,
with pride flags,
and costumes,
had fun,
minding their own business

I thought:
it's beautiful
perhaps there's hope,
after all,
buried,
somewhere deep

then curtain came down,
for no reason known,
duo of drunks,
spoiled their fun,
yet hope seemed alive,
this time,
it was the bully,
who ran

short time after,
a man,
cigarette on his lips,
that somebody else,
had already smoked,
drank an ice-cube,
from plastic bubble tea cup,
that somebody else,
had already consumed

and I thought:
hope truly sleeps,
perhaps too deep