I stand still in the movement of the masses.
I see their faces blur as each passes.
Hurry. Hurry. Hurry.
With their minds in a whir.
Their children holding their hands
As they continue to race. Race. Race.
They speed along
To sit. Sit. Sit. When they stop. Stop. Stop.
Busy. Busy. Busy. They look. Look. Look.
The noise increases and the speaking ceases.
Their friends become stones on a couch.
Their minds become obsessed with nothing.
Feeling the emptiness.
Seeing the loneliness.
In a blur they waste away
In a blur they miss the beauty
The beauty of time.
Yes, they miss it.
In a Blur
