An Endless Stream

I peer through the glass

To see a vast, endless stream

Of faces and people fleeting fast by

Out the window of a taxi or on a train

An endless series of shop spaces

Peasant gardens and brick homes

Of empty buildings, carts, and bicycles

Of lorries, taxis and bureaucrat cars

An endless stream of people milling

Down and along every street

And coursing around every corner

The dirty children crying and playing

The young women in their short nylon stockings

The young men in their business suits

The mothers all knitting

The fathers in their vinyl leather jackets

It is an unending train of people racing down the tracks

An endless stream of windows filled with brown faces

It is an unending stream of dreams and lives

Hopes and desires

Frustrations and corruptions

Unending

Lost in the multitude

A vast sea of humanity

Flooding down all the city streets

Surging at the country dikes

Struggling to survive

And to burst free