People

Scurrying about, chittering like squirrels,
People are constanly around me.
They each have a place to be...
They’re all going somewhere.
Speaking in their mindless babble
They move through their day,
Unnoticed by most.
Great numbers stumble numbly along
As they go about their lives.
So many... so many...
People come and people go.
They rarely notice one another.
Yet, they’re always there.
If there are so many people around me,
Why am I all alone?