Passer by

homeless-youthuse

Every morning

getting out of the metro station

on my way to work

i pass by

a lady.

Sitting on the floor

playing the harmonica

she wears many

layers

It is

very cold

in Brussels.

Her face

is hardly visible

but I know

She is

Older

than

I.

Every morning,

I ask myself the same questions

“Have I really become a passer by?”

“Have I become imune to everything?”

“Has the system won?”

“Am I responsible?”

“Have I failed her?”

Every morning

I feel like

Stopping

and talking to her

Every morning

I feel like

I am going

to do it

Every morning

I know

It is going

to change

But

Every morning

I simply

Look at her

and pass her by.

But I know

that I should

put EVERYTHING

on hold

and 

Take care of her.