Friday 4 January 2013

Racing past

The world is racing past
Everyone's going so fast
I just sit and watch
Wondering what's the rush

Why don't they ever stop?
Look around and take stock
They might decide that they
Don't need to race today

Still I sit at my window and see
Everyone rushing past me
It'd be nice if they looked my way
Perhaps they will one day

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

this must be what it feels like to be in the winter of life

Anonymous said...

such sadness