Endless glaring halogen eyes
Stream past the indifferent crowds.
Thinking they’re on the pulse.
Thinking they’re something new.  

Their faces change,
Their purposes do not.
Each one as irrelevant as the last:
Single minded parts
Of the meaningless pattern  
that is the city.  

Living here all my life,
I am lost among them.
I’ve seen it all before;
Watched them all pass by.  

My noise?
Passing conversations.
As I sit alone with everyone.
I could talk to each of them
But have no one to talk to...