Busy
What's with that guy,
Just standing there,
As if he hasn't a
Care in the world, as
If time stands still while he
Takes a minute to stare
At the wall.
But is it really
The wall he sees, or
Does that spot hold something
Precious, some memory of
Days gone by? Well,
It doesn't matter, and I'm
Too busy to stop and find out.
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