“Don’t you want to know?” Says the first stranger on the bench. “Know what?” The other replies.

“Everything.

Why my eyes are gray-

Why the wind replies-

When the sky will be dark again-

What will be the last song you

Hear before you die ?”

Hunched over- the other plugged it’s ears and cried.

“No!” It screamed. “I will never die.”

“ What you dream about at night -

Why humans write poems?

Why can’t I get this one right?

Why the world has to end

For every one of us-

Why do we get to be sentient?

And why do you still cry?“

“No!” The other figure in my mind breathed- “I don’t want to know” it mouthed.

And with pounding heartbeat, the two outlines in my head collide.