I was walking

Along the avenue

With vehicles whizzing by.

They were moving too fast

To know anyone,

But I thought about that.

How many people pass by

With adventures unlike my own?

Mine is a simple life,

When I can leave hardship behind.

Like taking a corner in the road,

What’s left is out of mind.

I thought about the cars again,

And someone honked my way.

I looked them in the eye

At 55 miles an hour.

We never know how impactful

A glance on the highway may be.

Instead we imagine,

Their lives and their conquests.

I stood on the corner for a minute,

Waiting for the time to walk away.

I wondered if anyone would care,

Getting by, flying by, without any why.