Alien

People go in,
People go out.
I watch.

The doors part.
I enter.
The X of the sign above
Shudders,
Its soul failing
As the others burn bright.

People mill about.
A greeting calls forth.
One answers.

I feel for the sign.

Slowly
The people walk
To and fro.

I wonder,
Do they know
Where
They are going?

Why they are going?

How could they not?

A group here,
A group there,
Pass each other by.

Each other they cannot see.

I can come in,
I can go out.

Between

I

Know

Not.