Running to trains,
cars, and buses.
Carrying coffee, tea, late end-of-a-meeting
Rushing to appointments, figures
brushing past your shoulder.
Always on the move, always
buzzing with life.
Always on to the next day, always,
continuing their lives.
Never noticing you, not even a glance.
All these people, picking up dinner,
heading to an event, joining family, preparing for a big
They are always lliving.
While you're apart of the background.
Everyone doing their own thing, rushing, passing by you.
Overlook you, as they always do.
Who are you?