When perils roam the street Square
Like wolves do in the jungles
What thoughts envelope thy head?
You yell at ubiquity of insecurity.
When will you stop looking
At the exteriority of things
Have you ever peered within?
Slumber has made there it’s home.
They dance at your apathy
And you sing ballads to them
Fingers playing on the flute
Cowardice is your name
Standing on the edge of sea bed
How you expect not the waves to wet