writing prompt… there are too many people,and too few human beings
Scene caused in the city center.
Cents dance on the concrete ,
Singing to their throwing for his drawing,
Cents I said!!!
For a soul poured out onto canvases and sculptures.
I sleep missing every night,
And the only way to fill the void is give a piece of me everyday.
To mirrors that only throw my image back at my face
And crowds that throw cents,
These people cant find the human in their souls,
I took no offence for my soul was not for sale anyway…..