One hand grabbed the steering wheel
the other, the cell extension,
I looked up and down, then down and up
why don’t I pay attention?
I quickly glanced just to my left and saw a lone pedestrian,
as he looked up then down and up
his face seemed so pretentious.
Then to the right I turned my head
to see a face bowed low,
then up and down it went again
since traffic was so slow.
I searched my thoughts,
I searched my mind,
is this the life we’ll leave behind?
The young, the old, there’s no pretension,
we move about with this cell extension.