Ignore

It's funny
How you wake up in the morning
Dress up
Walk out in the streets
Meet people who've a lot to say
People who've nothing to say.
Do your work
As if you were meant for that.
Walk back through nothingnesses
And cars and traffic jams
Through winking street lights
Reach home and realise
That it was that kind of a day
Which will blur down the memory lane
And one day cease to be.

Sometimes
I believe
The secret of making money
Is to be a good ignorer
If at all that's a word or a thing.

Ignore yourself.