by Rachelle de Bretagne

Created on: November 30, 2008   Last Updated: February 17, 2009

Sounds and signals, speed and noise,
Adverts on a subway wall,
People's faces gray and ashen,
Do they see my face at all?

All amid the noise and clatter,
Traveling through the underground,
Do people's feelings really matter?
Wondering as they look around.

At the faces of commuters,
All together though apart,
Every life with different motives,
Though within each, beats a heart.

Hidden by the sounds of movement,
Hidden from the world of cares,
I look and wonder, passing thunder
Is my face as gray as theirs?

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