Lift

Do I regret, or wonder, the gift
Some people have to ignore
All that is around them.

In a lift
On the train
At the shops.

Are their heads jam packed
Or empty
Is their brain
In overload or spaced out.

One day they might get whacked
If they get in the way
Barge past
Tread on toes.

Not by me
But by one who knows
A martial art.