sometimes, when i'm walking along the street,
i begin to wonder about everyone. about that man's life story, about what that lady is rushing to get to? a wedding? a funeral? her boring job that she hates?
i sometimes wonder if anyone sees me and has questions
if they ponder about who i am, and what's got me in such a giddy mood. or why i'm running to wherever i'm going.
the point is, i've come to the conclusion that no one does
no one looks at me and wonders what i'm doing
or who i'm going to see or whether or not i'm happy with the life i'm living.
is it wrong of me to want someone to notice?
to question who i am and why i'm doing the things i'm doing?
but no matter how many times i go by and no one notices
i will always wonder about the strangers on the street.
because if i don't