Stories

Do you see the stories in people's eyes as they struggle to make their lives?
Do you see the poems between the furrows of their brows?
That gala seller running, he wanted to be a sprinter in the Olympics
The only lane he gets to run through are traffic lanes
He's forgotten his dreams , they've turned into nightmares that drive him insane
You see that truck pusher
He tried to escape to where the grass was lusher
Dreams of greener grass were cut short
He lost the lottery, didn't get the visa
Now he's trying to be wiser. Reality bites.
That book seller
His dreams were to be a best seller
Now all he has to quench the thirst of his dreams are bags of pure water
Do you see the stories now?
Chapters and chapters of them
I'm sure you see the verses of sweat on their faces.