Sometimes I stand and look
but I don not see.
I listen but I do not hear.
I reach out but I do not touch
You may live close by
but I do not know you.
We smile as we pass in the street,
but I don't know what makes you laugh,
or what adorns your favourite cup.
A thousand thoughts invade my head
Possibilities and impossibilities merge with dreams and realities
in a never ending sequence,
spinning,
turning
passing
connecting.
A kaleidoscope of alternatives,
each pursued by an ending too awful to contemplate.
