Sitting at the station waiting on the train,
Sitting at the station waiting on the bus,
Sitting at the office waiting on the doctor,
Sitting at the office waiting on the lawyer,
Sitting at the port waiting on the plane,
Sitting at the port waiting on the ferry;
Sitting and waiting every day, watching the people come and go,
they all have their problems same as me, this I can see.
Do they care about me the same as I care about them?
Some do, some don't, some will, some won't.
Compassion and empathy, understanding and sympathy,
not easy to come by and I know why.
Crying in pain, nothing to gain, try as I may, I still go insane.
The fortunes of many, the curses of few, reverse that to say,
the curses of many, the fortunes of few, greed and vanity;
Selfishness and narcissism, contemptible and incompatible,
comprehensive and apprehensive, fantastical and unreliable,
enviable and inviable, systematic and asymptomatic.
Such is the weight of the world, crashing and crumbling,
falling and stumbling, crushed and stomped on by the mighty and strong,
the weak and meek have no chance to survive without the help of those
that may find it in their heart and soul to acquiesce and protect.
Sometime today, I will be sitting and waiting somewhere, watching the people
come and go and trying to find a way for me to reach out and help,
could you, please, do the same in the course of your day?