lions gate bridge, westvan.
i am a voyeur, on the outside looking in.
skyscrapers stretching past stained skies of bright blue and smeared red.
eighty kilometers an hour, peering into squares of light,
each one with its own story, characters fulfilling their own worlds.
oblivious to my view.
university is the real world on pause.
my mind drifts into the lives inhabiting the fishbowls beyond me,
i see them but i do not hear. i cannot comprehend.
teen angst albums faded in the background,
setting a mood, one of which may be entirely false.
these fickle portrayals of human sentiment,
baking muffins for tomorrow,
smoothing out sheets for tonight.
this and that, going about business as usual.
a friend slips up and calls our economic state a 'repression'.
believe me, true to form, in a decade it will become one.
denydenydeny.
but i am on the outside, and it is easiest there to simply observe
as if from a parallel universe.
skyscrapers stretching past stained skies of bright blue and smeared red.
eighty kilometers an hour, peering into squares of light,
each one with its own story, characters fulfilling their own worlds.
oblivious to my view.
university is the real world on pause.
my mind drifts into the lives inhabiting the fishbowls beyond me,
i see them but i do not hear. i cannot comprehend.
teen angst albums faded in the background,
setting a mood, one of which may be entirely false.
these fickle portrayals of human sentiment,
baking muffins for tomorrow,
smoothing out sheets for tonight.
this and that, going about business as usual.
a friend slips up and calls our economic state a 'repression'.
believe me, true to form, in a decade it will become one.
denydenydeny.
but i am on the outside, and it is easiest there to simply observe
as if from a parallel universe.