What?


I sit.
I listen.
I see.
What?
I see nothing of interest.
What?
I watch people as they run by,
busy with their own life.
What?
I hear the void of speech,
echoing the misty past.
What?
I hear people talking,
Guttural and broken words.
What?
I sit alone. Alone with myself.
I hear life. I see death.
Why?