Street Poet

I walk these busy streets with pen and paper

I write about the people passing by

They hurry past me without sparing a glance

I notice but I don't mind

They lead their busy lives in this crazy city

But never stop to ask why

And even though we're trying to make a living

We're all here for the ride

I take my time to hear the words they speak

I see their scars and worried eyes

They look beyond me for an answer

For something they'll never find

They never see me here in the city

They never stop to say hi

And even though we're trying to make a living

We're all here for the ride