On one side there are the quick and active - moving actively and reactively visibly and invisibly
The other, the meandering and Slow - a beat (or more) behind everyone else
On which end of this spectrum are you?
These people just now on the metro
Stood their ground, at the side of the door frame like some self-assigned gatekeepers and actively watched a stream of people walk between them. It was the strangest thing - having to push by the woman to get into the car when she because she wouldn't move out of the way or move further into the car. They just stayed - like their brains and blood had calcified
To me - there is no life in these people - no vigor nor passion.
It is as though they are turned off to the world around
In those waking moments
Lacking and unaware
Of the dangers and pleasures life has to offer
Are our lives ever really our own?
By being forced into submission of this greater governing body
We trust that those whose profession is stewardship and protection
Will not give into greed and delusion.
To them we are faceless - a single number among millions