16: 40am

Old man, staring outwards 
Fills his thoughts with contemplation
Sitting, soaked in sunlight
Staring downwards to the bench beneath him now

"Hey there! What's your name?" 
Crawling up to him, it talks again

"What are you doing sitting? This ain't no place for kind old men like you."

"Wait for yourself down there, you'll find a way out 
We'll meet again somewhere, I know, I can feel it in my plumbs."

Old man, your eyes don't need direct sunlight! 
Staring too long will blind 

Your eye

- "Watch out! I'm just an insect!"
- "I've been outside now waiting for so long." 
- "You nearly stepped on my head!"
- "What's done is done get up now carry onwards"
- "Watch out! I'm just an insect!"
- "And stop all staring straight into the sun"
- "You nearly stepped on my head!"
- "The light will"

Run for, will lead you, no need to chase it down my boy