Wandering alone, a satellite on a concrete path
sometimes I can feel people looking at me
though I try to act like I don't know
going so far as to stare at a point on the wall
like as if I was lost in thought, daydreaming
when I've really never been more lucid
Crossing gazes with another human being is a crazy thing
It almost hurts to be that near to their soul
for that moment when you know they see you seeing them see you
Even in deep conversation its like staring at the sun
and in the same way I wish I didn't have to look away
For a mere spec on the ticker tape of time
We were transcending reality
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