A Traveler in Need of Sight
Travel, tempers this colossal element of a few sights into inducement for the sensation of disbelief. Different minds, we find images flattering, or not.
Restraint of movement, something which I avoid, for just that sheer pleasure of embracing the wildest freedom. I see all, I share that brief particle of sight to those seeking not.
|A quiet cafe, filling with early morning patrons|
|Street, absent of order; danger lurks beyond|
|In these modern days, he walks with an air of desolation, in the realm homeless and friendless|
|Springing to life, people buying what they need not, when they can|
|They are proficient in deals, eager vendors of materialism and consumption|
|Obscure and narrow alley, devoid of breath, absence of life|
|A glance of temporary tranquility; wonderment falling among the leaves like hail|
|But how can a thief deny such picking?|