Observing
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There's someone (a man I assume) on the tracks
texting and looking around.
Does he know I'm watching him
in his gross-looking grey flannel
that looks like something I would have worn in the winter of ninth grade?
Thank you for guiding me,
For showing me
That looking around me
Is the best answer
Or the way to the best answer
I look around myself
And I see everything
And learn something new
Our World... Rapacity!
Where Men usurp the youth.
Men who manifest greed, lust, power
Illimiuniting Freud's Id through actions
Alas! The youth replicate their Teachers.
Cloned as the Men
The kindness in the smile of a little girl.
Fearless and free...the world not yet clawing away her freedom to love,
sees through eyes as clear as the sea with an embrace as warm as the sun.
