at the window and see life
going by.
everyone
to his or her
own choices in what they do
with their lives.
to work,
to school, to push a carriage
down the sidewalk,
to mow the lawn,
or lie out
in the sun,
closing one's eyes.
you feel as if you are a part
of it,
but it's a vague feeling,
one you've never
been sure of.
are you just going through
the motions,
are you play
acting,
just to be a part of
how the world survives.
it's strange being different
and trying
to hide it.
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