On the way to the Office

A man approached me in the street with an intriguing preposition.

So I stopped--I felt obliged by his lack of inhibitions.

"Among," he said, and wandered off--Went off to beg for dimes.

I shook my head, went on my way, stepping off in double time.

The music in my headphones stayed the same though the world blurred as I sped.

I tried to hear the rhythm past the thumping in my head.

Perception seems to grasp my mind, my sight affects my ears.

I hold that there are greater things than those I see or hear.

I wonder if it means a thing, to hear a poor man's rambling,

Every choice I choose to make exemplifies my gambling.

I must confess, I do enjoy that word which he proposed.

I'm far from assuming sanity--in fact, I am opposed.

It takes faith to take advice, to accept another's comments.

Though so few men do try belief in men with so few prospects.