Topic: No Sob Story.
This is what happened to me while walking through Wellington City. It is a poem that I don't think would work as a song. I wrote it down on a piece of paper just minutes after this experience. I have taken to carrying a pen and paper everywhere to record moments like this.
No Sob Story
Walking through Cuba Mall
I came across a loud voice man.
Standing on top of a garden brick wall
He yells out at the top of his voice
"Your communities assests are not these beautiful buildings''.
''It is the people inside it's walls.''
His words stopped me in my tracks while others make their frantic escape.
Though he looks dishevelled.
His mind seems tidy.
His words briefly make my legs undependable.
My feet stIck to dry concrete.
Somehow I'm caught inside his weird spell.
With my mind ensnared by his words.
I find my negative view of him is being challenged..
He's not saying I have got a problem.
Negative people make everything a problem.
"My freedom comes from little," he yells.
"In this time of unparalleled hurts and pressures."
"My simple choices not to have plenty is an adventure not a handicap."
His words sounding like a sermon flow out of his mouth.
"It's not a boring comfort zone." he preaches.
"You can't tell me it's too difficult . " he shouts out in a challenging manner.
His motivational speech continues,
"I don't succumb to negative emotions such as jealousy ,hatred, blame."
"Because I have little."
"There is no pressure on me."
He stops his clever oratory on life
His silent head turning left and right scans the area around him.
Next thing my eyes lock with his.
Me the only one in his audience now feeling uncomfortable.
He jumps down of the wall, approaches me.
In a soft voice he asks me.
" Mate can you spare me a two dollar coin"?.
My hesitant hand reaches into my pocket and gives him more than I want to.
My legs feeling powerful again
Help me disengage and move away.
While thinking why did I let this happen to me ?