My eyes wander around the place
Searching for the innocent eyes
Who's lips are yet to utter a word
But conveys the opinion nonetheless.
Some are looking at the aisles
While some are looking at their hands
Few passed out in the cart
And others looking at people who pass by.
I long to hold one of my own
Without having to look around
But to look at my hands
Bundle weighing so light
And heart heavy with joy.