Who’s living where?
I am envious of street lights
for they see more than I
I wish it were possible to borrow another pair of eyes;
I’d love to end up in places
where my being
is not known;
A safe heaven
to wander alone.
Then again the thought of
“how do I live?”
And the weight of realization
that I already am doing that here;
//who’s living where?
Me in places or these places inside me?//
My feet run back to same roads
as if those paths
are inhaling me;
Am I here to see the world?
or the world is here to see me!?
