there sit and there wait appearing oblivious to the surroundings. but all the while quite aware. the screaming of tires and of horns blaring. the sound of footsteps and conversations of the norm. oblivious i seem but taking in more than life. ants grab bread and rain drizzles down, dripping puddles to go smooth. birds unheard. crows would be welcomed. colourful umbrellas pad alongside the walking figures of the daily crowd. whos umbrella is whose??? to many to far, and far to few for the benifit of those who are unowned. window diplays glisten and lights are blurred. unseeing are the plastic models wearing todays latest fashions. and all the while sitting and waiting and observing the colourless gray that is my colourful world.