With the limited objectives of a common man I roamed the city.
To bring something that cost me nothing, a timepass
I roamed and sweated , met new people.
Heard people talk, people listening.
Saw people eat, and heard people shout.
Heard the silent frustrations and the sarcasms
At the end of the day I boarded a bus home
It screeched and swerved, threw people out of control
Even it had to stop at the crucial turning point
Nothing can go beyond a dozen kilometre per hour, here
And it was splashed on my eyes, when the traffic was at standstill
Some letters of truth that was new to me
It read in plain white without any fancy
Everything in here is eternal, there is no truth other than this.