In his face there came to be a brooding peace that is seen most often in the faces of the very sorrowful or the very wise. But still he wandered through the streets of the town, always silent and alone.
What is interesting and important happens mostly in secret, in places where there is no power.
All this wondering was the weather vane on top of the building of unrest and of discontent
Rightly tired of the pain I hear and feel, boss.. Where we's comin from or goin to or why; If I could it end it, I would. But I can't.