So, here's 2 opening (or middle, or closing) lines I've been trying to create something out of:
Common sense waved goodbye long ago,
Tired of the round-a-bout feelings
Did his footsteps whisper secrets,
In a language your ears recognised?
For the last one, I was looking out the window of a bus, and I saw a man walking in one direction. The next second he turned on his heel and set off in the other. He was walking down the pavement, and looking up at the high rise buildings on the other side of the street. I was curious about what made him change his mind, did he forget something? Did the universe send him some kind of a sign that he saw on top of those high-rises? I find being on a bus is a good time to write, you're not rushing anywhere, so the words come naturally, they're not forced. Anyway, the poem didn't work out so I'm left with this line.
As for the top one, I'll let your imagination provide an explanation :)