Passin’ Thru 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. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X More Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading...