Perspective


It is only in his brief distraction,
he notices them hurried to and fro.
Together they are just the setting;
Each one a story of his own.
Glancing from his hollow window,
Unfocused, sees the street below.
His eyes see them all together,
his conscience, not a single one.

All can only sense the others;
Distracted, on their errands go.
Together they are just the setting;
Each one a story of his own.

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