Bus Window
Newsstand vendor
Side walk cleaner
Early morning commuter
Tired truck driver
Careful bus driver
Carpooling white-collar workers
Each day I witness this entourage of sorts,
the movement of the masses,
the migration of the worker.
We are all part of the same
system that guides us,
yet at times rejects us.
However, we do it again each day.
A day in the life.
But, what do we live for?
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