Busy Passers By No Time To Stop

Busy Passers By No Time To Stop

So many people, all in a rush,

No time to talk, just push and shush.

No one looks, no one see’s

Gone in a second, like scattered leaves.

Life moves fast, never slow,

No steady steps, no gentle flow.

Passers by with heads down low,

No time to pause, no space to grow.

Eyes on screens, lost in glare,

No one notices who’s really there.

Footsteps blend, a constant beat,

Faces blur on every street.

One man stands, still as stone,

Watching crowds, left alone.

He lights a smoke, takes a breath,

In a world that races toward death.

A woman hums as she walks by,

Carries her song, no reason why.

She smiles once, then disappears,

Swallowed up by silent years.

And me—I watch, I stay, I wait,

I feel the pull, the rush, the weight.

But still I stand, just for a while,

To catch a face, to share a smile.

I see it all, though no one sees me,

Still in the crowd, where no one’s free.

They chase the clock, but I hold the day.

Let them rush, I’ll stay my way.