She walks down the crowded street
Dodging faceless people
Needing to push on
To be somewhere on time.
She needs to have somewhere to be
She can create some wheres
But not no-wheres
The no-wheres happen unwillingly,
They are hollow.
She motors between people
As if the destination is important
Racing against time.
Everything needs to be attached to a time
It’s easier that way
to follow every day.
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