Standing on the corner, waiting for the light,
Watching the hustle and bustle.
Watching the people, rush to work,
Rush to the coffee shop,
Rush to get a breakfast sandwich,
Rush to the news stand,
Rush to hail a cab,
Rush to the subway,
Rush into buildings,
Rush out of buildings.
What a fast paced life,
The light changes,
And I remain.
I want to watch this some more,
But the crowd pushes me forward,
Even if I want to stand still,
I can't,
My will is not my own,
The city's will is imposed on mine.
And I realize,
I am a pawn, on a giant chessboard.
8/1/11 Alton Texas
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