While walking down the overpass

I looked below at the street

All the cars speeding past carried people,

Busy people I don't care to meet

In an everyday race-track they're passing

An inch from a life intertwined

Yet so unaware of each other

Until one's little world will unwind

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Three daisies pinched between fingers

Wilting a slow, simple death

They're living for now in the moment

But it's understood nothing lasts

Taking nothing for granted in riding

My skin brings them far from the earth

We know the end will come

We know the end will come