Looking out of the window,
from the dusty seat of the bus.
Staring at the city,
a smiling couple walking across.
The traffic is loud,
people everywhere,
some looking like they woke up from a nightmare.
An accident,
people stare...
Do they even care?
People throwing food in the trash,
because they need it fresh.
In the corner a kid laying on the cold ground,
dreaming of the food he found.
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 9:27 AM UTC
Looking out of the window,
from the dusty seat of the bus.
Staring at the city,
a smiling couple walking across.
The traffic is loud,
people everywhere,
some looking like they woke up from a nightmare.
An accident,
people stare...
Do they even care?
People throwing food in the trash,
because they need it fresh.
In the corner a kid laying on the cold ground,
dreaming of the food he found.
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