Impact of observation

We probably end up in dead end clubs and remember our dead end jobs

We probably wish we had listened and learned from the wisest

We probably talk too much and don't listen enough

We probably think the words we never dare to say

probably.

How would I know, I merely walk the earth along with all of you

Passing you on busy streets, remembering your face again tomorrow

Thinking about you, stranger

Yet I don't mean to silently judge

I feel a flicker of happiness to hope the best for you

I saw a boy who walked alone, hands in jeans, head down

He must watch the street move under him..and somehow feel my prescence

His inner beauty glows through his skin, his thick hair and his deep blue eyes

That I am lost in, In a glance...

Now I walk along with him on earth, both of us looking at the intertwining blues of the skies...

admiring, watching and following the worlds movement.

But if movement doesn't happen, I don't care, I see the world in him.