Passing Strangers
I walk past you
You, you, and you
But what is it
That you do?
What
is it like
Your perspective
And feelings about life?
Who do you treasure
And share your thoughts
Do you have others
To confide in when all feels lost?
Oh individual
I will probably
Only ever pass once
Your name is unknown
But there is
A mutual bond
We are humans
Just souls trying to get by
So completely different
But not totally unalike
