Sitting, screening passers-by, as I contemplate
their benign actions for moments at a time.
Silently watching faces, sensing emotions,
striving for an understanding of life in motives
of others.
Nothing is noted - nothing comes of it, as I
continue to sit and try to figure out why anyone
is here at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem