people come, people go.
but have you ever tried to stop and say hello?
on your busy lives you fly,
no one ever saying hi.
how can you meet,
one you never greet?
they may be your new friend,
or someone who may lend a hand.
i know this poem sucks,
but that is just my luck.
it's just a little something,
just to get your heart a pumping.
maybe just one day,
you may stop and say hey.

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Lupar, in the year 526 AF.