People scurry
          like squirrels
across    the    street
I swerve to dodge them
One of these days,
I might like to join them.
Mindlessly wandering,
     hardly pondering
where their pointless lives may lead
back
         and
                  forth
         they
walk
hopeless, helpless, heartless
Tires squealing, heads reeling
their trivial thoughts make but
a trivial stain on the pavement.
Yes, today, I'd like to join.

Ivan256: So, are you being artistic for the sake of being artistic, or because you're depressed?
AlexZander: Maybe a little of both. I wrote this in probability class...

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