An artist in his flat,
splashing colors to fill the canvass
A young poet resting on a hammock,
reminiscing dreams when he was still naive
A hotheaded cab driver
cursing at the jeepney in front of him
A stoner, alone in an attic,
feeling a little dazed by illusions
A student activist, raising his fist in the air,
screaming, ranting of what should've been done
A smoker beside a STOP sign,
breathin, experiencing urban life
A gamer, in his abode,
bragging on how good he is online
An ice cream vendor with his cart,
traversing from street to street
A young child, flying a kite,
living the days of his youth
A mother, five weeks pregnant,
chatting with friends at a coffee shop
A policeman, gun in hand,
pursuing a delinquent
A pedicab driver, laughing,
enjoying the sights with his companions
A bass player, writing
pondering for new material
A frustrated novelist,
frustrated at his own talent; desperate
A beggar, hungry and alone
relieved by the company of his brothers and sisters
A father on his death bed,
speaking in whispers his love for his son
A wandering photographer,
takes shots of passing cars
A traffic enforcer,
taking a break at a bread shop
A war veteran,
scars on his cheek and arms
A widow grieving,
with the trees and the stones
A teacher, robust and meticulous,
staunch and strict
A wide collection
of personalities of different sorts
Living the urban life,
dreaming...
Still, they dream
A poem I contrived during a hot summer afternoon, while listening to Archipelago's song May 1. This poem was inspired by that song.
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