Bicycle Lady

This poem is something that just suddenly popped into my mind. Hope you enjoy!

Bicycle Lady, where are you going?
I don't know, should I really care?
Ride through the streets,
sidewalks and cities.
You can't see her `cause she's not there.
Bicycle Lady, tell me who are you?
I don't know, should I really care?
Pass by the bus,
there's the nice old man.
You can't see him `cause he's not there.
Bicycle Lady, how do I know you?
I don't know should I really care?
Pass by the house,
painted brick red door.
You can't see it `cause it's not there.
Bicycle Lady, where did you come from?
I don't know, should I really care?
Pass by a girl,
Hauling lots of books.
You can't see me 'cause I'm not there.
Bicycle lady, what happened to you?
I don't know, should I really care?
Dirty old cat,
chasing little mice.
You can't see her `cause she's not there
Because none of them exist.