Busy world and those inside

It is weird, every day going though things good or bad
 
Not caring for people who aren't in our lives  
 
This world is so fast, and so busy to notice those inside  
 
Blind and clueless to see the instances where our worlds converge  
 
We all are bound to see only what we can from ours eyes  
 
While this vast world revolves at a increbile rate that those on the other side are forgotten
 
Once a while we need to relax and see those within our view  
 
Put our time-comsuming life as far as we can for those who can't