Examining the Grass

I see them walking, talking, laughing

I hear them, voices high like a scream

Some low like distant thunder

Walking slow as if in mourning

Or racing like the world is ending

The busy ants that are really people

And I stand and watch them pass me

Looking out with distant gaze

Happy eyes from smiling faces

Worrying frowns from puzzled brows

Hidden aspects, sealed behind tinted eyes

Only truth is known in each one

The lies of a million lives

Maybe seen in every face

And they pass me on their many journeys

This life, a lawn with a million blades of grass

Each one an adventure, an island or an ocean

Each ant that walks this life, has a tale to tell

And I stand, sometimes I sit

Watching them, wondering if to them I am an ant too

And the lawn of their lives intertwines with mine

And still I examine the grass

©sonofdel 2011

Ok here goes, this poem came to me after talking to Debbie about something she used to do with her friends called 'people watching'.  Basically you watch everyone that passes and make up lives for them, imagine scenarios, give them jobs etc...  Well this is something along the same lines, its basically saying that everyones life is an adventure to someone.  Sometimes a good one, sometimes bad, sometimes boring, sometimes exciting, but always an adventure.