Day to day Locked away Those around me Go around me Nothing A couple billion ants Little worker bees But for a moment Just a moment I start to wonder The man who pushed Past me onto the bus Maybe Couldn’t be late an interview And maybe The woman on her phone in the park Just got the news her grandma died And maybe even Every single soul Is the main character Of their own narrative Eight billion threads running in parallel But, then, just for a moment. God I need a coffee.