Standing in the midst of the crowd
Feet touch the sidewalk
Hustle and bustle - loud
Is my voice heard when I talk?
Order out of chaos
Oxygen - constant breathing
All in search of something lost
Great Pendulum - ever swinging
Eyes meander; thoughts pass over
Like feathers in a dance
Some brush over my shoulder
By some random chance
Oblivious, Unaware
Ghosts; Zombies; Machines
Nothingness in their stare
Never tasting Being
Who can even see
Who do not see themselves?
Do I have to bleed
For my words to hit their shelves?
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