just a question-like random thoughts.
beneath the sky so bright and vast.
lay a stranger,an outkast.
what a sight were the things he see.
what a man he could be.
future apporaches with its heavy steps.
so faint were the sound of its footsteps.
perhaps he could be like Muhammad Ali.
fly like a butterfly n sting like a bee.
just to be somebody.
a stranger with a story.
- vomitted by Mr.S -