Slithering my way across your path
Like an angry black cat
Forcing myself on avoiding the track
To avoid gentle contact
By the brush of their arm
Ahead I speed up the rushing
Too cross the street, wait for traffic
On a red light to walk away
Noticing that you're completely focused
On your annoying digital cell phone
Anti-social but invisible I stand
You realizing would not be coincidence
Considering I rush just to get away