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Overlooking the City
Sometimes I feel Isolated
Taking refuge in the deep recesses of Me
Find that place inside and savor it
Amused by it all,
The pretentiousness of the world
to think they actually exist!
Standing at the window,
Gray, cloudy eyes looking at a
Gray, cloudy city
Hands on the transparent barrier
Between me and the rest
Am I missing out on something,
Is what (I think) I'm witnessing,
Life?
I zoom in and look at them, at
Everyone Else.
Am I one of them, or are there other
Options:
They're all
Stumbling, bustling, hurrying, struggling
Toward some distant, empty goal
But only my dictionary can
Define my success
I see their plight as a whole
Hating, stealing, judging, killing,
against each other
Am I a part of all this?
I watch with somehow distant sadness,
frustration
I see a glimmer of hope
Sometimes I realize we are All
interconnected
Drifting as one,
Taking many different forms
But sometimes I feel Isolated
