At a distance I see you
with a look of distant sorrow
or perhaps my perception of what life is like
to someone with no hope
I study the features of your face
wondering what that gloom is
glistening black hair over your eyes
covering a secret I can feel from my seat
In my head I try to guess who you are
I play the game of discovery
only to forget that it's only a game
in which you play a part unknowingly
Are you happy with your life
perhaps not yet a question you can answer
until it's too late
until you discover want you want will never be
Your moving lips intrigue me
the words are a silent oath to youth and love
but the heart is what gives us away
makes us forget our hopes, our dreams, and our love
Who am I to judge at such a distance
not really knowing you at all
To me you’re an object of wonder, of study
just another face in the crowd
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