TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN
To Whom It May Concern
The hustle and flow
Of everyday existence
Bears down with blunt trauma
On my will each day
Causing it to incrementally slow
The passerby in the street
Simply another nameless face
A stranger
No connection is ever made
A hollow shell unable to greet
Walking through life
Unsatisfied
Empty inside
Are we all hollow shells?
Filled with bottled up strife
Longing for personal contact
Embrace
Intellectual connection
Or the sensation of love's vibration
Form the human experience intact
Fine fellow
Do you have the time of day?
Excuse me madam
Do you figure we'll get rain today?
Or even just a hello
To whom it may concern
Everyday the world passes by
There are people everywhere
Going hurriedly about like mice
A little humanity is all that I yearn
