Pendency

Talking to stranger

Walking through danger

Don’t know what to do,

With me, with you.

How did I get here?

The pain in the arm is so real

I can touch the hurting flesh

So acute, so real.

There is no escape from death,

The soul is meant to bleed

Suffering is its birth seed

From which we grow;

Coming from somewhere,

Heading to unknown,

We live, but we dream,

We see the unseen.

Look at these people,

Do you know them?

Do they know you?

I don’t think so;

Keep everything near?

I don’t know what to do,

How did I get here?

Talking to you?