Poetry, from me to you.

But they’re all moving on
With their lives and in their cars.
Past the busy streets, the busy people.
For they are living large.

The busy people, they know how to forget
how to cover up, how to not regret.
They know how to gain composure, and hold their head up high.
They know how to smile brightly.
They know how to tell a lie.

The busy people, lost in their busy people worlds.
They all seem to know one another,
And fit into the perfect busy people molds.
Lost in the confusion of the decisions they have made.
Forgetting all that once was,
And focusing on what remains.

The past is not an issue; the present drives their mind
For the busy people, the busy people, they move only one way
They are driven forward, unable to rewind.
For the busy people
The busy people
They have left you far behind.