in a world that's left me behind,
I wonder if they are looking,
and if they are, just what they'll find.
through the eyes of another man,
never even seen a photo,
from which I haven't turned and ran.
for this chic world of ours,
to somehow feel alone,
in even the trendiest of bars?
all of us unique,
so why is it only,
about others that we speak?
to wander through one's soul,
and why only under drink,
is it possible to lose control?
to the superficial madness,
why does fitting in,
still fill the heart with gladness?
what most are yet to try,
and yet often feel,
that this world will pass me by.
for a world not unlike this,
but in which people appreciate,
the simple things they miss.
at least not for sure,
whether conformity is a disease,
rather than a cure.
to ponder another day,
time for me to join them,
and drink these thoughts away...
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