Monday, March 11, 2013

65/365


Grand Central Station. Where are you going?

She rode the train for hours
Stop after stop
The people moved around her
She was still
Like a magic trick
People appeared next to her
And disappeared

She was in slow motion
But the world moved around her
Where are you going?
Our paths are intersecting
Although I don't know you
Nor do we interact
Just activating the same space

Am I supposed to talk to you?
If every one has something
To offer me
And vice versa
How am I supposed to know
If we never speak

We all have different channels
Different struggles
Different experiences
What if I break the stream
the path by speaking to you
Take a different direction

Are our paths predetermined
Or is life random?


-M

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