Whims of Existence

Does it dance among the walls and corridors, making a symphony of sounds?
Is it the old chap in the boulevard asking for some food?
Ah, the madman, sharing his thoughts on life’s quirks, like shouting at the wind.
Does it maybe provoke strong objections from the lips of young ones who struggle with the truth?
Or could it be that empathy, in its kindness, breaks down the certainty you’ve built so passionately?