Am I alone, do others notice?
A veneer lifts to display light.
Have your eyes adjusted now,
And can you not see me?
I look around me, noticing,
Just where the passions lay.
And always witness an apathy,
That stops the people dead.
Does no-one come alive,
When another open spirit passes?
And we see a heart beating,
For the air that is life.
What is this drug they take,
To make them sleep in silence?
And am I really so awake,
When only few have noticed me?
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