Observations of a day

I sit alone in a dingy and dark hotel facing the front door,
waiting, watching, but what for?
Wondering, what will pass by on the street outside?
A mother or father or businessman with quick stride.
Instead of watching, instead of waiting
We should all not be hesitating
To dance, to sing, quick to love,
Give praise to the one above,
And be the one walking by outside,
For others to watch as they sit still and hide.