Walking down a busy street

Middle of the day

Passing up person after person

As if they were just

another parking meter

Days upon days this ensues

Walking

Never noticing

Never stopping

You have an agenda to meet

Places to go and people to see

It does not occur to you that every one of those people have a life equally as complex and as screwed up as your own.

They have their own places to go

Their own people to see

And to them

You are as insignificant apart of their commute as they are to yours

Maybe. One of them thinks the same as you

And by chance

You will both

Stumble

Upon

Each other

But nothing is ever by chance

No

Because you opened yourself up to the humans whom you paid no attention to

You've opened yourself up to the world of people. People just like you.