time ticking, non-stopping
crowds of people passing-by
changing shifts and seats
and me – standing in the midst of it all
so slow and unattached

watching, listening to the voices
waiting for that face
I have know so many years
time flowing and moving
a sea of strangers trapped in their minds

trains and bikes in clusters
crossing and never colliding
just like all those passers-by
around me in the busy streets
punctual, faceless with names unknown

a daily routine and ticking clocks
no familiars faces in the crowd
just like it was yesterday
and the same way tomorrow
surrounded by people rushing away


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