Destiny,Fate?
and how hard is it?
it winds wield pity ,
with a jungle of concrete built
why havent i found
what ive been looking for?

In big and narrow spaces
in hugs and embraces
of my own and of strangers
why am i not bound
for what im hoping for?

And i see empathy on the mask
of the faces so dark
in coherence of my non-belonging self
and with might or pelf
of my won so called pride,
my emotions divide to see
and tell me
tenderly
what is it again that im looking for?