A feather floats on the wind,
Whispering softly to the ground.
Below, a philosopher listens intently,
Except to the cries of reality.
Far away on a street,
A lost child wanders aimlessly,
Searching in vain with tears of panic,
Amidst a laughing crowd.
Nearby a swallow ponders,
Whether or not he should,
Migrate with a coconut,
While a man ravages an innocent home.
In an abandoned factory,
A man drinks a needle of heroine again,
All the while telling his young daughter,
�There is no escape from life�,
To which she bitterly replies,
�Except through salvation of hope�.
