But still we are in the same room

Over Here
a white middle-aged man
Intellectual             despite some resistance
Literary interests
Man as theoretically study

And there
A boy whose parents are drunkards
who never had any girl
He smells strongly of sweat and tobacco
His greatest interest is engines
because they interact in their internal

and there
a girl whose parents are deeply Christian
a slowly strangling cross around her neck
The obvious passion
disguised in cleverness

And all the others who
lives eager for new sensations
while I strive to
leave

The strange
is not that some of them do not learn
The strange
is that we all find ourselves in the same room