Poetry about passers-by

It's getting dark and the night is low.

I walked quietly in the street.

Looking at the bustling lights in the distance

In the shadows.

People in a hurry walk from far to near.

Go further.

blur

See you again.

An inexplicable sadness arises spontaneously.

How to choose?

what course to follow

The lights in the distance are flashing.

I'm a little confused.

Walking on the edge of this world

Are you going to watch it or not?

In the crowd coming and going.

There are always too many people.

Passer

It's near and far

In our story,

Every day.

Countless haste

Pass sb by