I look out the window
Watching the people passing by
Collars raised up high
Skirts pulled down low
Some look ahead
Others cover their eyes
Some walk fast
Others are slow
All are going some place
Some to work
Others to school
Some don’t know where they’re going
Everyday I walk to the window
Every day I watch the same faces walk by
Every day, I watch
Every day
Day after day
Year after year
The tree grows tall in the yard
Only the leaves come and go
It’s all the same
Just different
Like ants in an ant farm
Walking by the window
Marching to a different tune
Going where they want to go
Going someplace
Anyplace
The people walk by
Some looking up at the sky
Some standing still
Looking at the chair and broken window
Through the looking glass I step
Down the road I go
To where I don’t know
While I stare at the people behind the windows
Walker
Friday, February 26, 2010
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2 comments:
well at least you know you are being watched :) i wonder how many others do...?
completely comprehendable for me. bravo!
we are all people-watchers, aren't. though only some notice the passage of time...
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