A man rode his bicycle one time

he was headed for work

he had but one thing on his mind

fortune. fame. glory.

he wanted to become rich

but in his rush to become great

he didnt take a moment and wait

as he rode daily through the fog

he never truly stopped and saw

he didnt take time to stop and notice

what was in the fog just beyond his focus.

everyday on his way to fame

he never looked back on the way he came

to see what happened behind the door

or to see the girl who layed on the floor

bruised and broken she lay in pain

waiting and waiting for somebody to notice.

and yet the man lost in the fog of his mind

never once saw the great crime

that he passed everyday on his way to work.