In the bustling city
a man looked up
and saw the sky.

He glanced as they ran,
they were all rushing by.

Their eyes were flickering
and distantly asleep.
They were bickering
about nothing deep.

A woman suddenly stopped,
she too looked yonder.
The man dropped,
he was looking at her.

He was mesmerised,
as she, by the bluish vault.
He looked at her
and saw no fault.

He looked at her
and smiled,
she looked at him
with child.

The woman spoke
with such grace.
Now all he wanted
was embrace.

To be the father
that he could,
to be the father
that he should.

Even though the child
was not truly his,
he thought,
there is nothing
that truly is.

But before the dream
could come true,
she stepped out
and started anew.

The child and woman
would never be,
it was merely a dream
that he could not foresee.

Every morning
was the same,
he kept dreaming,
he went insane.

This time it was his turn,
he ventured out to burn
into the streets
of the bustling city.

He was hit by the same car,
which left an emotional scar.

But while waking up
he could only long
back to that dream
that seemed so far gone.