Who am I to you?
Who
are we to you?
I see you everyday-
you walk the path I walk.
Turn away.
I wonder what you think of us
and I wonder how you think.
Your walk is steady
slow and
somber
We were like you once…
I don’t know if im correct in saying that
for you seem much more content
and graced.
I honour you,
for you walk amidst us
on this barren grey earth
that we have destructed,
yet you maintain
yourself
as you always have.
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