Friday, 4 January 2013

Racing past

The world is racing past
Everyone's going so fast
I just sit and watch
Wondering what's the rush

Why don't they ever stop?
Look around and take stock
They might decide that they
Don't need to race today

Still I sit at my window and see
Everyone rushing past me
It'd be nice if they looked my way
Perhaps they will one day


Anonymous said...

this must be what it feels like to be in the winter of life

Anonymous said...

such sadness