Hanging on to the metal pole,
My morning eyes wander ‘round,
(fresh, innocent, and naive)
Observing people that surround,
Abound, and provoke my soul.
Windows mounted on large wheels
Let in shades of blue, yellow and green,
(calm, warm, and organic)
Like those in a movie scene
The screen of my mind never reveals.
Some may see the cracks in the street
While I notice the hidden triangles and squares
(honest, straight, and true);
I may see leaves drifting in the air
While some notice the butterflies so sweet.
Hanging on to this metal pole,
I witness many doing the same
(monkeys in an urban jungle);
Some are wild, others more tame,
Reluctantly sharing space as we roll.
Though our destination does not divide,
We don’t all abide by the same code
(wise, unruly, diverging);
We may all follow the same road,
But for all, it is a relatively different ride.
Author notes
I was inspired by my daily routine, which usually starts with a bus ride to the metro...and because it is so crowded and I have to stand, I need to keep my eyes open and my mind occupied. Maybe that's not such a bad thing.
As I look out at the sky, the shining sun, the birds in the trees, the signs on the road...I realize that not everyone will be seeing what I am seeing at the same moment, if at all.
Not everyone thinks the same way, we don't all see the same thing even though we look at the same thing.
We all have life in common, but we all have different lives, different personalities, different outlook, different problems...but in the same world.
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That definitely gives me something to think about --- it reminds me of a time when there were about twenty different people all in one place and none of us knew each other, but we all started to sing the same song when it began playing and, for that one brief moment, we were all united
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