Adrift

People are moving about stomping their feet
Full of ideas and wants
The mere sound of it over me a stampede
Whilst in the middle I stand

Lost and dumb

Cars are whooshing by
Their goal as marked by arrows
Music blaring, passengers debating
The journey’s ins and outs

Oh the beliefs, the ambitions
Sucking people forward
Whilst I drift
Silent and unseen
No gravity pulling me back

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