Fixed stride, discussing where to meet for a lunchtime date,

The lady stays fixated on the road ahead,

Ignoring all to either side,

And the views they portend.

I AM somewhere; in a place I cannot see.

Here I sit, its springtime, not so cold now;

And all the windows are now broken,

Perhaps because I never moved,

Or moved too fast.

And never protected myself from the vandals surrounding me.