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
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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