Passersby

PASSERSBY The world seems to be passing by On they go intent on arriving somewhere on time Past they flow determined on something only they know Leaving me they tumble and go A steady stream of ants the are Full throttle or leisurely they march by I stop and stare wondering to where they go Briefly we encounter each other A glance A smile And sometimes a hello Then steadfastly past they go Everyone rushes No one walks slow Intent on their own agenda Quickly they go They appear then disappear In ones or twos or multiples Fast as lightening they speedily go Their journey will end somewhere Where that is only they know