|Sitting on a stool, having a drink.
Facing the crowd, let your mood sinks.
Here come a stranger, greeting you,
Asking you where you are from.
Delighted stranger, fired talking,
For all she wants is friend making.
Asking more, seems to be interested.
Agrees she, tries to be connected.
Speaking, walking a differ accent.
Replying, though your ears're absent.
A fascinating company, you made?
You ask me what I have just said.
Wasting the air in my lungs.
Can you eat just by your tongue?
Losing the point of this talking.
Why asked? If you're not listening.