A prostitute, I met,
Was paid 60K for breaking the seal.
I paid her 4k… all I had to give.
A schizophrenic, I met,
Wouldn’t talk to her folks.
I made her laugh.
A friend, I met,
Promised to complete a nude for me.
We never met again.
A blind flautist, I met,
Played beautiful, lung-wrenching music.
I wouldn’t talk to him.
A painter, I met, went insane.
Shot himself in the chest.
I worship his lust for life still.
A boatman, I met, was scared of water.
I ferried him across the river.
Because he needed the fare.
An old man, I met, was afraid to die.
He was on a pilgrimage.
And I refused to join.
A saviour, I met, gave up his life.
He lived my life in my country.
I took him for granted.
A father, I met, was scared
Of his daughter in love.
I let her go.
A woman, I met, set me free.
No hang ups, said she.
I flew away.
To her outstretched arms.
To this addiction called life.
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