Looking through the windows
Blurry faces pass by
The people next to me I care nothing of, yet should
Those face...
The ones whose lives have nothing in common with mine
Just a blur in a window
Mean so much.
Each has a past, present, and future.
One an addict, one a mother, the other a rape victim.
Oh look there's a dentist who just got a divorce with a mildly depressive woman.
There's one I can relate to... The guy alone in an old car singing to a rock station. Running away from what is in the past. He had courage... That I do not.
All the lives
All the faces
And yet they mean more to me than the people in the car with me.
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Thoughts
PoetryThis book is... different. All who read question life and its surroundings. Everyone who passes by will go on with the same mind process of how the world works as they have always had. This story-- These thoughts may make you question whats right a...
