too bad how we all got our own distress
yet
attention is fleeting
and memory is short
Nobody knows
and no one is asking
the cars flying by
how fast they're passing
busy with her own business
she's not theirs
for the tasking
how much colder is the world
if everyone sees
yet nobody cares
we've all got plenty of troubles
none for the asking...
But what's a kid like her
doing out in the cold
listlessly, aimlessly
sleep walking
where is her home
Is it here, is it there
and yet without hesitation
the foot hits the accelerator
and you turn up the heat
quickly forgetting
the girl on the street.
re-edited 7:13pm PST 12/11/2020
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