Invisible
Walking through life, like walking through time.
The distance,the soles of my feet imprinted.
A tattoo on this path.
Through strides,I breath the same air you breath.
Time moves,a constant rotation.
Shoulder brush past each other swiftly.
A murmur,of an apology.
I steer,
You don't see me.
I don't see you.
We have all become invisible
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world