I sit here alone <br />and listen to the <br />footsteps of passersby <br />as they steadily walk, <br />some fast <br />and some slow, <br />towards a <br />destination <br />which is <br />still unknown. <br /> <br />And all are hurried, <br />and none are hushed, <br />and I am watching <br />in wonder.<br /><br />Amanda Lukas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-walk-2/
