they walk by
oblivious to the you and me
and all this real worth to see
but we are low and they are high
a continuum
where days they roll
here comes another soul
add him to the present sum
and like a birth of pristine mind
the snow so white, the first to taste
the world, the you, such a waste
all turn with time, a different kind
pragmatic spirits
of humanity
who think that freedom is just … free
that living merits
wandering in the coffee shop
consider lives out there, unreal
i wonder if they think and feel
if they might touch us now, then stop
another wednesday
brings its caffeine high
and always wondering why
but never say
©2009 Hey Hey
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