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.