Stranger

Long time on the side walk thinking about the main road

What lies ahead has always been my interest

Tickling my mind with jolt as often as it can

Something is about to happen though I am not a prophet

Here I am yet, it seems I am far away

Quite interesting to play God only but to say I am wrong

In all the happening it is an unknown script that unfolds

It might be interesting but then as sour soup

Nothing can be done

Good call

So like what it is, all of what it should not; it happens

The old path of a new road

But then I do not fail to ask

What holds out to a prophet on the prowl?

…. Just surprise