Teen Ink

   Sitting on a bench,

watching people pass by.

Some are slow,

some fast.

She's tall, he's short.

They all pass me by.

No one seeing me,

but I watch all of them.

Redheads, blonds,

big noses, plastic smiles.

Their lives are intertwined,

like webs.

A person will get caught in

another's web.

Never to leave,

only to be forgotten.

Where does life go from there?

More people,

more webs.

So intertwined,

that no one realizes.

That you are the same as I,

and together we make her.

Add one more, and we are him.

But I'm just watching,

sitting on my park bench.

Not getting involved,

not intertwined.

Yet I'm intertwined the most,

because I'm just sitting here,

on my park bench.

Watching.