Poem I wrote: Within the Bustle

[From_Now_On]

Within the Bustle

 

All around me they are speaking

I casually catch the mid or end parts of their thoughts

Or words rather,

I read more, however,

Through the inflections of their voices

I hear their thoughts and ponder their choices

Even on the simplest of things

I wonder (often) if I'm wondering more than even them

About the changes life may have in store

And where and how and why and what and when

This or that will happen and for--

An instant I'm lost in it

I become them I may perhaps dare to say

And it's crazy to be thinking

(Maybe) in this sort of way

 

Sometimes I guess I wonder

When others find themselves lost within the crowd

Do they hear those single sentences

That are individually cried out?

Is it just me?

And I'm sorry

I suppose that's a closed-minded thing to assume

But when I'm part of a crowd

I seem to slip out from the room

And I'm not just a player

In the game, in the chat

I don't consider myself better

But I'm not often part of that

 

In conclusion I might add

That I read this once out loud

While I was sitting within the bustle of a rather bustley crowd

And I wondered then if someone heard

Someone just like me

Who caught my every single word

But didn't say a thing

 

 

((just whipped it up...may not be final))

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