Whispering Streets

I’m not alone when I walk down the
street
Passing the faceless people I meet
My destination I do not know
Where the whisperers, whisperers,
whisperers go.
Deadening silence makes the setting
complete
As I make my way round the whispering
streets.
Thoughts are my company, meant just
for me
The future is only what’s going to be
An obscure figure, a one-man show
Where the whisperers, whisperers,
whisperers go.
A solo performance. A mystery play
The plot never alters by night or by day.
Yesterday’s distant, will tomorrow be
there?
I continue to ramble without e’er a care
Many bad seeds they contentedly sow
Where the whisperers, whisperers,
whisperers go.