Sitting here watching the cars pass you by.
Is something that is done without anyone asking you why.
The thought of one of them stopping to say hi.
You wish each one knew your name.
That they will answer anytime you call.
That is what you hope, but it is not what you dreamt.
The day is all most done, and yet all did was sit.
Time comes and time goes, and you just watch everything pass you by.
You sit and watch them pass you by, and you never get up and say hi.
This is the life you are living.
The story is being written.
You are now just watching things pass you by.