Sometimes

Sometimes in the bustling rush of life,
We blindly brush past each other by.
Hurrying steps, yet feeling utterly lost,
A silhouette we have awaited for so long.

Sometimes in the bustling rush of life,
We unexpectedly catch each other’s eyes.
Hurrying steps, yet feeling a sudden loss,
A silhouette we have awaited for so long.

Sometimes in the bustling rush of life,
We accidentally miss the night ferry.
Hurrying steps, yet seemingly late,
A sole boat we have been waiting for so long.