inspired by something,

he walked out of his house.

waiting for the bus,

he stands on the busy road.

his hands were shaking,

his vision was blurred.

but the energy he has

was never seen before.

 

something was fishy,

was the thought in his mind.

he took the bus

and travelled and miles passed by.

 

he was right

when he saw the scene

her son was dying

in front of him.

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