As I sit here, wondering
The noise of the TV the background
I am in a hotel in Ottawa
I look outside
Surrounded by so many tall buildings
I feel out of place
Thoughts fill my head
As I look out the window across
I see people working a late night
I think about my future
Am I going to be like those people?
The room is dark
I look out the window again
Seeing the people pass by
Wondering if I will ever see those people again
They all have somewhere to go
But then I see a man
With a long beard
His hat is black barely covering his ears
I think to myself everyone has somewhere to go
Until I saw him
He stands there shacking from the cold
I feel a bit cold myself
But I can't imagine being in his place
Cold ever night
Hungry all the time
And most of all so lonely
I wonder what is going through their minds
As people pass by not even noticing him
I see him walk on
My eyes move up
I focus on the smoke
Coming from the told of a tall building
It makes shapes in the sky
Never the same on twice
I glance over and see a painting
It's of a beautiful white flower
Pure as light
The painter had taken such patience
Making it look so perfect
If people took such patience with everything they do
Maybe the world would be a better place
