
the hills we travel
may not seem too steep to us
but not for others

the hills we travel
may not seem too steep to us
but not for others

streets empty at dawn
people without an address
first to greet the sun
just after sunrise
walker with all belongings
my life’s not so bad

accident of birth
the difference between us
awake to the real

such a fine balance
between helping and hurting
the light turns green