Driving to work, then back
On my way to work
Parked at the lights
Surrounded by dozens of people
To my left and right
On the freeway driving
Passing people driving
Drivers passing me
Dozens of people passing
By the end of the week
Hundreds, hundreds of people,
Have passed me,
Month-end, thousands of people.
We share the air, sky and clouds
The tarmac, the rain and sun
And I don’t even know their names,
Not even their registration…
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