Shadows moving West to East,
and faces flowing like a stream.
Someone sitting across the road,
lost in dreams.
With a stick in his hand and
A coin in pocket,
He wants to change the world.
With a blurry vision and foggy eyes,
he looks at the sun.
Shoots at strangers with his stick,
Pretending it’s a gun.
Thought he was a fortune teller,
and that he could see through.
By tossing a coin he decides, for his dreams to come true.
With many thoughts and a few dreams,
confused and lost he seemed.
Thinking was it gold, was it peace
or was it love, of that he dreamt.