A Far Humble Neighbor

I felt I should have started my journey yesterday Although, I have these numb legs in utter pain. I felt somewhere the dawn touches the bent sky Somewhere out there, together in the blues. He was reciting a poem On a magical moment, freezing every other thing And I felt, someway I found my belongingness there, Without too much effort of stressing any clue. Will you recite your poem through the sound of silence? Will you read between those lines? Maybe we all need a second chance, For souls behind the bars A far humble neighbor than those bar-codes.