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
2 comments:
this must be what it feels like to be in the winter of life
such sadness
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