For a bit

For a bit the crisp autumn leaves rolled along my feet

Thinking they might be alive

For a bit a timid sparrow flew mischievously around me

Thinking she was free

For a bit the hymns from the roadside temple echoed in my ears

Thinking I was pious

For a bit the numb shrieks of the beggars drowned the city din

Thinking they were being heard

For a bit the waves didnt crash their chests against the rocks

Thinking they must rest

What fools we are

Thinking we are alive

Thinking we are pious

Thinking we are being heard

Thinking we must rest