Walking down a busy street
Middle of the day
Passing up person after person
As if they were just
another parking meter
Days upon days this ensues
Walking
Never noticing
Never stopping
You have an agenda to meet
Places to go and people to see
It does not occur to you that every one of those people have a life equally as complex and as screwed up as your own.
They have their own places to go
Their own people to see
And to them
You are as insignificant apart of their commute as they are to yours
Maybe. One of them thinks the same as you
And by chance
You will both
Stumble
Upon
Each other
But nothing is ever by chance
No
Because you opened yourself up to the humans whom you paid no attention to
You've opened yourself up to the world of people. People just like you.