where's wally in westfield

so some how, 

on boxing day

I found myself 

in the most unlikely place

(well unlikely, 

for a vagrant like me)

a vagrant who'd rather be 

in the wild

the wilderness of

Westfield

in Stratford

it was something else

-completely absurd-

(to be there)

man, I swear

I'd never seen so many

folk in my life

my oh my!
as we traipsed
we planned for an escaped
and so we escaped

to a quiet place, to the top floor

and like a pair of wally's

we played where's Wally

as we looked down

at the crowds

at the swarms of people

they looked so small

-enthralled- 

to be part of the surreal-

to be part of the unreal

I didn't at all feel

like we were 

the same species

were we?