A man walks by my house
Every day at this same time
He looks deep in thought
His eyes reflecting all but his soul
A few times he smiles
It's genuine and heartfelt
It's a nice surprise
Like a warm breeze in the shadows
I wonder what he sees
As one foot leads the other
I know it's more than the sidewalk
That fills his vision
Is he friendly?
Is he sad?
Perhaps he's lonely
He always walks alone
He walks tired
I know.
A hard day at the office
He looks forward to home
Perhaps a wife and child
Maybe only a dog
Or maybe in his home
There is nothing at all
Interesting,
The things a person dreams up
Without a background
Or even a name
One can speculate
Of the troubles he contemplates
But I myself don't have the time
I'm late for my walk.
