How hard it is to meet kind eyes At rush hour, and in an overpacked carriage Hoping the crowd won't chew you up

How hard it is to meet kind eyes At rush hour, and in an overpacked carriage Hoping the crowd won't chew you up And you'll get there on time without a fight. Where does your gaze fly in that instant Between sleepy eyelids fixed on the screen of a smartphone? What kind of intricate pattern Saves us from running the marathon? The depth of the sea, or a bright star? Or maybe just a quiet and peaceful evening? There, where a cat's lazy and cosy look Will let you too gather strength for that very new, marvellous meeting. How hard it is to meet kind eyes, How wild it feels sometimes from the cold of people. Your smile – there's the goal and the beauty. It will save anyone at all from rudeness!