People-watching
I see people
hiding behind their masks,
real
and imagined.
I see people,
fearing of what may come
and what is already here.
I see people,
unable to understand,
and stand under
the weight of the modern world
and the aend
times.
I see myself in them
and see them in me;
and I try
not to judge,
but to understand.
But I am also
boliing with rage,
on so many
levels.
And I wonder
will it be doomsday
or a new earth,
that each of these people
might choose,
to live in?
And more importantly
what would it take,
to choose joy and the
ecstasy of life
over this thing
people call
"life".
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