Seeing Double

Have you ever searched the corners of your room for answers to your questions only to find that the corners are as empty as you are? It hard when you searching for answers. It hard. It always hard. Harder than rain in the winter and snow in the summer. It hard.

I wonder who makes the questions so hard and then put the answers in hiding? It hard. It hard when you find yourself stuck and you don't know how you get stuck. It always hard. A woman can get stuck in a big city. A woman can get stuck in her own mind. Her own pain can destroy her, and no one has to look at the wreckage. In a big city you don't have to look.

When you walking down the street and you see a homeless man, what comes to mind? Bum. Here, i have to freeze off me arse just to make a shilling and i should pass it on to him, for what? Did you ever consider the psychology of that man? Like him probably saying to himself: "Cho, it too cold to work so i will sleep on the street for free, where it safe and dry, and depend on the Toms, Dicks and Jane Does in this city."

That man probably just like me. Searching for answers; only, he searches in the weather beaten feet trampling refuse smelling asphalt thinning cracks of the city.