I can hear myself breathing
Softly, gently
As I lie down at the end of the day
In the darkness of my room
My mind wanders over the day just passed
I think of things I've seen
Things I've done
The people I've been with
The people
So many people
They surround me
It's not that I don't want them to be there
But just the fact that they are
What did they do to be where they are now?
Have you ever wondered
About the things they do
The things they see
The thoughts they think
The people...
Have you ever wondered about all the other people?
Author notes
Hmm, just a little reflectin going on. Probably after serving so many customers at work... fun!
Comments
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I'm a people watcher and am always curios about other people and what makes them tick. I really enjoyed reading this poem. Keep up the good work.
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