Thursday, December 12, 2013


People pass me
In the street
On their way
To somewhere else

Somewhere more important
To someone more significant
To achieve something more considerable
To be something else

They pass me with
Passing etiquette
Eyes flick, do not stare
Look at something else

I wonder where they are going
With their hurried, harried looks
I am passing them
I know I’m going somewhere else

It’s just me
You see,
Passing from this life

I’ve found
There is nowhere more important
Than where you are right now
And I’ve discovered

There is no-one more significant
Than you being you
Not some one else
I’ve discovered this in passing

So if I break the etiquette
And look at you and smile
Forgive me in our passing

I’m passing from this life

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