I Am Alone

I am alone. Walking on the streets.

I can hear. The drip drops of that passed rain.
The just scattered crowd after a meeting.
But I am here. Alone. Just me watching.

The chatter. Those mental exchanges.
That little show. It tells confidence and persuasion.
And, a sprinkle of deception. It’s like fruit.
But turned out to be decay. And null.

Still those are others. As I am a spectator. 
I am forced. To glance at them. And imagine.
What better tricks to use. What other words to replace.
But I now stand here. With no chance to change.

I am that oracle. I see all these things.
But neither suggest. Nor intervene.
Now. I just want to sacrifice.
For the thoughts. They come with all mingling.