the world seems to be a fare

and I roam like a shopper

things I want are here

but I buy only rare

 

roaming around I came to a point

and met a stranger unknown

things we got were joint

taking his, he was gone

 

saw what was not wanted

heard what was not meant to

things I admire are not landed

but grew easily when I planted

 

maybe I am on the right track

beautiful things are around

things of glass are crack

perhaps maintenance they lack

 

at bad times, I wanted to mew

but then I saw other shoppers

things I had were few

but they had nothing new

 

at some choices, I was right

at some others, I proved wrong

things I bought were light

for desires I had to fight