Constant rumble of cars,
Tried to see the humanity in each,
But they were fast too far,
Hundreds of souls I'll never see again,
Moving within their lives,
Never to know I was looking at them,
Prob'ly not caring if they did realize,
They call it attention economics,
There's too much wanting eyes,
With a limited amount there to see,
Y'know what loneliness buys,
Nothing at all,
Like cars barreling by,
F'only I could be the destination,
Without the drivers understanding why.
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