I am static on the highway,
Just another blur to the children playing on their tire swings.
I am another unknown face speeding past,
My haste blowing the air through your clothes.
Together the cars move,
Some accidental ballet routine we all just
Happen to know the right moves to.
How ironic that we know nothing of each other.
I am static on the highway,
No one will see me
No one will remember me in this space in time.
How reassuring. |