I Walk Alone On the Street

I walk alone on the street Among the buildings in a queue Among the cars running for pursuits Among the subjects knowing not their names And their thoughts by which they struggle for The scene, they walk their own crowd Aside from emotions, and smiles They are idiots off-street I walk alone in puzzlings for As a kite flying among the birds Or inversely the kite floating around The upper and lower lines We are walking longly on the glare Into a scene that the person stare