THE LONELY STREET

On a lonely but mysterious street, I walk with my thoughts on my mind and my hands in my jeans, not knowing where I'm headed nor where I'm coming from.

I stand amidst glares of people I know not, strangers I wish I never met and strangers I will never forget.

On a dark, cold and silent street, I write down my fate on a plain white sheet, wishing my dreams would become a reality and my desires blossom like a mustard seed.

So I watch and wait, hoping I won't be late, hence from this date I write my thoughts on a slate and state that whatever be my fate, I won't hesitate but meditate and listen to the voice of the street.

On these streets, I stand with my chest puffed up and my hopes ignited knowing fully well that a better world awaits me beyond this street.

The time is come, the future is now and I can't afford to be late.

...When you see me on the street, just know that the street is not my home, I'm just a stranger who stayed to long...