The Street

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The world runs by at its steaming pace,
I, a bystander, watch stunned.
The hustle, the bustle, the constant ticking clock,
Who took away my watch?
How long have I been watching?
Why have I been watching?

They have lives to live, appointments to meet, commitments to keep,
Empires to create, conspiracies to make,
Money to earn, ambitions to fulfill, inflated dreams to run after.

I stand on the footpath amazed at this street of humanity,
Every now and then a few strides down that street to feel their world,
And then back to my stunned gazing, attempts to make sense.

Does the footpath end in the street?