Travails of an Artist

Careworn I marched down the street
It was dark and I passed some windows
Where mingling sounds of talk and laughter
Wafted through and fell on my stubborn ears

It all annoyed me and I moved further
Away till my senses relented
Looking for obscure places
And finding obscurity

There I saw a vagrant
Carefree he marched towards me
And everything felt familiar
Including his laughter
Which he let go
On seeing my face

Don’t think hard he said
You’ll recognize me in a few years