“In the Parking lot”
I sit and I watch, As people rush by, Too busy to notice life. They move about like soldiers marching, To the unheard beat of a drum. Carried onward, forward, Forever the rythem repeats. Like well oiled machines, They continue to move about. Only knowing what they are told to do. Forgetting that life is passing them by, Such as animals caged in a zoo. Endlessly destined to keep marching on, Each one to the same demise.