Thirty-two floors above

I realised how insignificant life could be

As I watched you walk about, 

Yes you, the one with a full-blown ego. 

You think you are important. 

Ruining other people's lives, their dreams. 

You don't care, I thought, as I watched you walk by. 

I was watching the bus, yellow, with its tiny wheels rolling. 

Ready to take you to work or wherever you want to go. 

Thirty-two floors above,  seated here near the window, 

I felt I was almost touching the heavens. 

Yes, I was near the clouds. 

I wondered what your life would become,

As you flow through life, and what you would do, away from your suit. 

But I decided not to worry, as I was thirty-two floors above. 

- Robes of a Muse