Wax Poetic

Where 2 stand no longer.

11 September, 2008 (23:50) | Wax Poetic

I walked down Church Street today.
I never really thought about those who were there before me.
I walked past many people who were stopped.
I felt like the outsider or scab going to work.
I walked thinking about how my bag was slowing me down,
and how that was a bad thing.
I walked with purpose and destination in mind,
but I found it difficult to get there easily.
I walked and I never looked up.
I kept looking straight ahead to see where I was going.
I walked and noticed a few people standing.
I noticed a few people.
I walked all the way to where I was expected to go,
but I never expected not to be human.