there’s a man on the corner with his hands holding tightly to his hat so it won’t blow away.
and a girl, with her hands in her pockets, holding tightly to her money so she won’t blow it today.

it’s all the same. every day.

when he gets home from work, there’s his children already in bed without seeing his face today.
and the girl with empty pockets spent her money; she might as well just throw her wallet in the fireplace.

and she is the L and he is the O for us Liars Out there
and she is the V and he is the E for the Violence in Everyone
and we might spell You, but we’re nothing like You.

Rip JunSeba.
Side note: The poem has nothing to do with this video.