When I wake up from my slumber,
Eyes fresh for the new day,
Why is it so hard to remember the faces I'll see again today?

The same, yet different,
The paths I'll cross in time-
Why are those lines blurred as I go?

Hey, how are you?
A nod of my head and leave-
Walking past men, women, and children that carry on lives
Of their own...

But do they?
I just see something resembling me-
Exchanging trivial pleasantries and carrying on.

I remember what I ate for lunch,
But forgot the waiter who served it to me,
And don't even know the shape of the hands that prepared it for me.

So what happens today?
Do we truly know what's around us?
We have ears and eyes to hear and see,
But you and I use them so frugally.