The Old Banyan Tree

The words that I speak
Keep drifting in my head
Can't seem to get over them
No one is listening
As the walls reflect them back to me

Blowing bubbles in the sun
Bursting little drops on my face
I wipe them off with my dirty hands
Muck on my face
Smell of wet earth fill my lungs

Ants march, follow the smell
Men walk on the same old lanes
They follow the money around
Keep walking, someone says
Aimless thoughts clutter my head
As I lie on dead grass

Morning breeze on my face
Sit up, wonder what life has to offer
Children playing, mothers smiling
Was my mom thinking the same
When I was out there playing
Do things change
We march on in life

I sit alone
Tearing grass to while my time
Time doesn't fly
My world stands there gasping
At the emptiness inside

Would I run or sit under a tree dreaming
Others leave me behind
Run to the hills
As the sun plays hide and seek
Dead thoughts finds way to my diary
I'd keep them with me, my times of grief