Busy People, Busy Lives
Whenever I look around
There’s always that one simple sound
Of people walking here and there
When I noticed this I simply stopped and stared
I thought to myself what it would be like to be one of these people
Just for a day
I thought to myself again and said that’s impossible
No way
But then I thought again and this time my mind changed
Instead of imagining, create and think again
I could only guess what goes on in these people’s lives
Each one has a story to tell and that’s when the idea revived
I spent time looking at each human being
And what I saw was intriguing
What if we all judged each other this way?
What if we all were given the chance to say exactly what we wanted to say
Would it really be so bad
Yes some may not like what they hear and may end up feeling rather sad
But at least we would all know the truth about one another
Instead of having to always hide things from each-other
Sometimes I enjoy exploring the world and imagining what it would be like to live a certain way
But then I count my blessings and I’m glad to have the life I do, every single day
However it is a bit scary seeing what this world has now become
But I guess it’s okay as long as you always remember where you’ve come from
Most people tend to forget or not even know about their past
They only care about their future and want to move towards it oh so fast
I feel life, is about enjoying what you’ve got
It will all come together soon enough
At least for those of you who begin with a plot
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