People Watching

People Watching

Faces at a distance,
Milling, rolling, twisting
Ever changing in my eyes.
Strangers who I see,
I talk with them each day,
But we all live our own lives
In our own worlds.
Our own words,
Our own songs
To pull us through each day.

Some conversing,
Some smiling,
Yet even fewer laughing,
Yet even more hiding.
Hiding themselves within their world,
As strangers,
As strangers we are safe.
Distant and unfeeling,
We smile and show sympathy,
But are relieved to do no more.
At a distance we remain
Faces, nothing more.
Another blur in an
Ever-changing myriad of color.