The Boy In the Old Truck

there’s a boy in the old rusty truck standing by the railway station he’s sitting in the shabby cabin sitting in the air draught for days and months and years every day watching the busy crosswalk and crowds of thousand varying faces trying to remember each one of them imagining their pains and pleasures building a structure of their abstract characters through his cautious eyes of melancholy and now I joined him, but suddenly – he leaves and I can’t take my eyes off the scene in a short distance in front of the vehicle there’s a boy in the old rusty truck ---------------------------------------------- *based on my dream*