Trotro stories #13 who is free

Economics is like what you can afford
How deep is your pocket to sing songs 

So when a woman with four kids
Boards a public transport 

Some amount of adjustment and calculations 
Will have to be made to get things moving 

For five to become two 
She would only pay for two her pocket size 

How deep is your pocket 
Be the judge if in a position to pay 

Or forever keep yours shut 
Life is not fair, that is just life 

But we all have to make due 
On travelling roads 

Tell me who is free 
She is a "mother" oh mother 

Voices In The Wind

There is always a voice in the winds 
Blowing west to the south, east to the north 

There is always a whisper in the winds 
Echoing, distorted cacophony of chat 

There is always a ghost in the shadows 
Taking forms of the shapes to form 

There is always a scare a sense 
Of a presence, eerily and haunting 

There, yet when I look it stays empty 
There, thoughts and wander prolonged 

There and dreams are just the same 
Mystery that surround this world