Hands in our pockets
I am no hero,
and I'm no antagonist.
I'm a common man at least.
In my dreams I’m strong,
But not now. I’m helpless now.
Then I’m waking up.
I try not to think.
Sometimes I just ramble, rant,
And laugh for too long.
But now our eyes focused on pavement,
Hands in our pockets,
Looking for the words
To feed strangers.
Paolo Driussi.