Out the door Into the morning rush Sidewalk full of people All of us in a hurry The woman checking her phone Eyes tight, jaw set The guy in the doorway Somewhere else in his head Nobody making eye contact Everyone carrying something The city just moves Like it always does We don't talk about it But we all know The hum, the feeling Barely keeping up Different faces Quietly side by side None of us alone The barista counting tips Between two jobs The suit on the corner Hasn't slept in days Young woman with headphones Drowning something out A man on the bench Just watching it all pass I've been every one of them Some mornings all at once The rent, the grind, the quiet Of coming home to nothing Same numbers that won't add up Same nights that run too long Same feeling nobody sees it But they do They do We don't talk about it But we all know The hum, the feeling Barely keeping up Different faces Quietly side by side None of us alone Hand on the door One breath Same as everyone else Walking in © 2026 Synkov LLC. All rights reserved.
