When I Walk Down The Street

Ezra--Written on Dec 29, 2017 on the way to OU.

At the six o'clock in the morning

When I walk down the street, that is the street of the city.

Everyting comes to me, but something hide behind

I walk by one building by another one, I don't know which one is waiting

Every building has a door. even more.

Every door has a lock

Every lock match a key

every key belongs to its owner

but who owns the owner?

I see one homeless standing on the corner of intersection.

There is one paper board in his hand

Surly, something written on there

Surely everybody sees even without looking

Listen, his wide-awake ears, which are matching any sounds in his mind

Look, his watchful eyes, which are catching any possible movement

One car by one car

One by one

Got red, they stop; Got green, they run without hesitation

Why I just can not run, i feel i have to stand

Is there any reason in the mind? No

I just can not

can not

But

I leave

I have to go

somewhere there is no reason as well

Brother, May the great blessing befall on you.

Is That not me

not me

me?

Who am I?

I walk back on the street, I am walking to the way

The way to paradise

To paradise

HaHa, I laugh, I laugh at you

Nothing else but laughing.