Forwards, backwards.
Forwards, backwards.
Quiet, silent.
Quiet, silent.
Like the thoughts I can't hear
When I don't know what to think.

A different view of everything
Surrounded by walls I don't know;
Knowledge framed with unfamiliarity.

Silently questioning
Faces I don't know
Surrounding one I recognise...
But she doesn't notice me.
Why should she?

Minutes I could spend
Any way I choose.
But I just sit here.

Writing, watching.
Writing, watching.
Hearing, feeling.
Hearing, feeling.
Watching faces I don't know
As they don't watch me.

But here, I see the world,
Reflected in the eyes of the many
As I wait, alone, listless.

Knowing not what to expect...
So not expecting.

Maybe I'll turn to reading
Words instead of people
Because I might understand them
Better, and anyway
They'll probably be more relevant.

But for now, the stream runs
As I sit, lost
In a city I know so well.

09/24/2001

Posted on 09/30/2001
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