I found a trinket of gold lying bent on the street
I saw a young man gambling with nothing to eat
I heard a mother singing to her angry child
I stopped to witness it all for a while
I watched two woman sip coffee in a second hand store
I saw executives mopping a blood covered floor
I bent to notice a crack in the sidewalk below
I heard a preacher and decided it was time to go
I am the fool inhaling the pulse of the scene
Wise and wicked and stupid or so it would seem
I don't try to understand the players I see
Smug as I step from my perch knowing that I am free
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