Biblical Bill & The Different Days

Biblical Bill was a soap box preacher and nothing else.
Every waking moment was spent spreading his message,
and every night, dreaming of its fruition.

The hustle and bustle of the city saw many pass his makeshift podium,
but not a single one understood, or even really tried to listen,
But Bill didn't seem to notice, or maybe it was that he just didn't care.

To the passerby's defense, his “sermons” did come off a bit nonsensical,
But that was because they didn't think like Bill. No one did.
With no effort to understanding, he was perpetually misunderstood.

Though, regardless of the daily judgments overtly passed, Bill was relentless.
Rain or shine, he’d be on that old recycled box that always beckoned to break.
The only thing that ever stopped Bill was Bill himself.

Once in a blue moon, he just wouldn't want to wake up.
On those days, his dirty mattress would feel like exactly that,
And not like home at all.

Some would say he thought more “clearly” at those times, but not Bill.
He knew what “clarity” meant, and that it was a matter of perspective.
Scared and aware, he preferred feeling “different’’ any day of the week.

His perspective on the world was his greatest gift.
A gift he rarely ever doubted, expect during those moments of “clarity”…
On those days, he always noticed the stink of the city.

He’d retch his way through his sermons,
Unable to separate the stench from his message.
Those were the only days he’d give up before the sun did.

Yet, Bill only needed to listen to himself to snap back,
For he understood the meaning so many missed;
That kindness created longevity in every possible sense.

If you spoke “Bill” and could decipher his sayings, you would understand too.
It was the reason that those same passerby's, unbeknownst to them,
Had slightly brighter days for having momentary been apart of his orbit.

They didn't take in his words the way Bill intended, as most never would,
But the energy his words emanated was undeniable,
And change everything that was lucky enough to flow through it.

Regardless of how down he would get,
Bill would always dream again.
So maybe, if your lucky enough,
You will pass him on one of his “different” days,
And though you likely wont know,
You’ll find that you smile more,
Just like Bill.