As I sit here near the window
On a comfy chair
I see the traffic racing by
Where to do they go
Rushing to and fro
The sky is leaden
Pale gray and sodden
Up and down people fly
Going on a journey
My oh my
A runner streaks past
Out on an errand
A walker strolls by
With their cockapoo
I sit here
As the world passes me by
Im relaxed, I ask
Are you?