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.