Unfold before my
eyes
From the vantage
point
That had me at an
advantage.
People come and go
every day.
Each day follows
with a new
promise.
From where I sat
Ready to soar high
up
and into the sky.
I saw the people
–
move about, and
yet
it was futile.
I could see
through
the façade
They tried to
maintain
everyday.
Oh! What poor
miserable creatures
these humans are.
Are they unaware?
of this
transparency that is them
Or are they
boastful
of having survived
on
artificiality?
From where I
sat
on the rooftop,
All I could do,
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