All day

Tired by time and concrete and wind


Sharing the space found through the dark


Accepting the ways conquered by fear


Revising despair while starving and cold


Heated by memories of my ancestor's ancestors'


Persevering the heated feelings within


Stealing the feeling and giving them away


Hoping to get it back again and again


Never taking enough for myself


Wondering when time will start again


Through the need to work for what we need


Wanting and wanting for nothing but death


Saluting the person' the stranger by day


Yet requesting protection by night yet again