Life's ironic
I walk around unrecognized
Almost invisible to everyone's eyes
The world is all around me
Passengers fleeting quietly by
Several doors to travel, no key have I
Usually grouped in two and threes
I am grouped in one
Mouth closed, ears opened, I am the unapproachable
They do not talk to me, for they cannot see
I am standing in the distance
A background, a noise, something yet to be
Once or twice, I'll get a glance my way
No conversation instigated
Because there is nothing to say
But now I have the key of many doors
Yet to open
Mouth ready, ears alert, I am the approachable one

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