It was just a conversation
That turned up uninvited
Sitting nearby on two tables
A café space somehow united
The talk at first indifferent
Unsure what should be said
Too early for opinions
They talked of anything instead
Both denying they were in a trap
Of living treadmill locomotion
Yet wryly eyeing out for signs
To join in with the walking ocean
Looking out the café widow
The crowd outside now in full flow
Mindless drone like racing pigeons
A dancing quickstep on the go
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