It's alway the same, everyday. I sit here in my spot - people watching!
Busy people in suits running for the train.
Mums with children in tow juggling lunch boxes while trying to speak on the phone.
Everyone is busy.
Everyone has a purpose.
Apart from me.
So I'll just sit, and watch, and wonder and wait.
What for? Who knows!
Maybe one day they will notice me.
Maybe one day someone will say - hey, are you ok?
Until that day I'll keep my mask - my disguise.
My polite intrigue on my face.
One day someone will notice.
There will be other people like me.