Sometimes
this world is cold,
in the chilly passing of people
on the street.
They barely look at you,
any more than with a questioning glance.
It is present in the frosty expressions,
and mandatory dialogues,
with disinterested vendors.
and in beautiful, fashion women,
with lust in their self-absorption.
It makes me sad,
to realize,
that it is this way.
Because everyone,
wants to be someone,
and so do you.