In this market of life
I wander through the crowds
Of sellers and buyers
And hawkers of wares
Their voices rise and fall
In a concord of noise
But I try to tune them out
As I mind my business
My eyes scan the stalls
And my mind calculates the cost
As I bargain with the merchants
With a voice firm and fair
I know my worth, and theirs
And I’ll not be swindled
As I go about my day
Minding my business
For there are those who would see me fail
And those who would see me thrive
But I’ll not let them sway me
As I stay on my path
So let the world keep spinning
And the noise keeps rising
For I’ll not be distracted
As I mind my business and fly
A city’s hustle and bustle
Echoes through the morning air
Cars honking, people bustling
I mind my business, unaware
The world spins around me
As I sit in my little bubble
People rushing and scurrying
While I sit here and grumble
My mind wanders, and I drift away
Lost in thought, lost in time
The chaos around me fades
And I find peace in the sublime
The city moves on without me
But I am content in my stillness
Minding my own business
In this world of constant business
Isn’t it great to be able to mind one’s business? Just that sometimes you don’t know which and which of what is happening around you are not your business. Great job, poet.