Street Existentialism

[miyako73]

The high-rise buildings,
The iron bars when I squint.
The concrete roads,
The grey floors I pace on.
The boring facades,
The cold walls on my back.

The faces I meet,
The worries of the innocent.
The words in the air,
The hustling promises.
The smiles I see,
The lures waiting for victims.


The cigarettes passed around,
The spits of trust.
The hot pipes I share,
The hallucinations of friendship.
The dirty needles,
The bloods of brotherhood.

The long-winded queues,
The spicy soups at noon.
The soiled paper cups.
The thirsts I quench,
The garbage bins.
The baloneys I pick.

The blue-striped cars,
The loud guardians of peace.
The cameras above,
The protectors of the meek.
The uniformed men,
The villains in my fears.

This unforgiving world,
My boundless prison.
The greatest crime,
My father’s lust.
Her speechless consent,
My conception.