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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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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