Original Date: 11-11-2004

The view to the lane
Sees people walking by
While watching them walk
Past my critical eye
As if my credentials
Were to analyze their life
I set in my mind
What would be best?
For their strife
The spaces without people
Are filled with the auto
With drivers and passengers
That needs my advice
Hoping that soon
The traffic will lessen
And blank spots appear
To easy my obsession
Then let them all go
To all about town
So I'll rest my poor mind
In my night gown
And hope that no people
Or cars come around

Wayne