The sun is hot

heating everything up

so we gather here

where else should we go?

We are not invited

or welcomed in the palace.

So, we sit on its steps out here

facing the town square

because we have no place to go

or to be.

We sit

maybe we are waiting.

What are we waiting for?

Maybe we wait for night

and relief from the heat

or the darkness to cover our acts

maybe the darkness is our comfort.

Maybe we wait for tomorrow.

Maybe tomorrow will bring us choice

maybe tomorrow we will go

tomorrow we will be.

Maybe we wait to catch our breath

and then we’ll move on.

Does anyone know why we sit here?

Does anyone see us?

We are the lost of Amsterdam

forgotten perhaps

life carries us like garbage in the canal.

The sun is hot

heating everything up

so we gather here

where else could we go?

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