Standing in the aisle of a crowded place,
Looking for some familiar face,
Giving them smiles and making acquaintances,
Am a thin air to those eyes; not a glance and no responses,
These humans are not even aware,
They are crazier than I thought they were,
Walking smart with what they proudly call profession,
Looking great with what they call cosmetics and fashion,
Living each day with their Oh, so blessed disposition,
Forgetting that their existence has purpose and expiration,
I was trying harder for them to hear,
What am going to say loud and clear,
But as I speak of my thoughts they just...