Fear

cars.
Workers.
Another ordinary morning.
And by the hectic road,
there was a man,
squatting,
under a public pipe,
taking his morning bath,
under that public pipe..

Pity swarm my heart,
until a thought of envy took over,
and then fear.
Pity for he didn't haf a choice,
envy for his boldness,
fear for it cn happen to anyone.
Me.
You

Plan.
We can only plan,
but whats to really happen?
For Him to know,
for us to find out?
Hmm