Long strides

Long strides

Society,
it is sadly much more stressful than it used to be,
society,
yes, much more rapid, and chaotic,
and with less time to kill,
and here I sit in a bus stop waiting as a man goes by,
all long strides,
and determination in the eyes,
going somewhere,
going somewhere nice,
somewhere nice I wonder?
a man with an angry face,
a man who does not look twice,
and me, I am sat in soliloquy,
amidst the raindrops in a bus stop,
waiting,
contemplating,
pondering time,
no, I do not mind the chance to slow things down,
and I have nowhere to rush to,
and I have no furrowed brow,
or anything stressful on my mind,
because my mind, that it will not allow,
and the raindrops they fall quickly past,
as the man marches down the street,
fast,
fast,
fast,
and I sit and revel in it,
yes, I revel in the time going nowhere,
and my heart and my mind is calm and still,
but he,
his heart must be palpitating,
as he rushes and races so rapidly down the street,
and I,
I am still,
still,
still,
and happy going nowhere with a smile on my face,
as he marches down the street with looks that could kill,
with looks that could kill.

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