Whither I go
I oft step apart
and wait till the tide comes in
For it carries aloft
a calamitous group
who thinks neither sink nor swim
If by the hour
or more the bus
they move on a deadly pace
To stand amidst
sure abolishes
all sense of calm and space
Were we to go
through Life along
a road just lined with glee
It would be
in a world devoid
of folks like you and me
So on we trudge
through thick and thin
in hopes to understand
How everyone
might co-exist
but each - in a separate land