virtual reality in progress...

I watch them, every day, passing by
the old and the young
in a hurry and with leisury stride
brooks brothers suits and bohemian clad
bald and coiffed up and au natural
some wear a smile, some are in awe
some head for work, some for a stroll
and some just stand there, without a clue
on the corner, with a stupid look
mouth hanging open, unable to decide
Should I cross now, or wait for the light?
and every day, as I watch them, I ponder
Is today the day they get ran over?..