It’s funny how
the world sometimes seems so
distant from everything else.
People walk their separate roads
occasionally doing good,
but never for too long;
and it feels a bit like
you’re constantly on a quest for
that can give you a semblance of
What’s the word I’m looking for…
But most time,
even the rain
pouring on the drain,
pattering loudly over my roofed head
seems not to care about anything.