On Some Familiar Street
On some street,
To meet someone, I hurry and quicken my late steps.
People I pass by, catching my eye by chance—
They walk along, talking as if they only exist in their own world.
The moment our eyes meet by pure coincidence,
They hesitate, as if about to say something, then simply pass me by.
Then, I look around.
The older generation, still walking with urgent, hurried strides.
In contrast, the youth, walking along with such leisure.
What kind of hopes do they cherish within their lives?
I begin to walk once more.
Someone bumps into me in the crowd,
Venting an aimless anger at me before rushing off into the distance.
Where on earth are they all walking toward?
Today, again, caught by the digital clock shining in front of that store,
I keep running toward my destination.
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