Crossroads

Sitting at the crossroads
Watching butterflys
Sitting at the crossroads
Watching people pass me by

Wondering where thy've just come from
Or where they're headed now
Or if they see the other travelers
And greet them with a bow

And if they happen not to miss them
As many seem to do
Can they know where each is going
As only I seem to

They pay no notice to me
Or the floating butterflys
As I sit there at the crossroads
Watching people pass the world by