Looking On
Just an onlooker
passing through.
So far away,
you seem..
Even when you're standing
here beside me.
What are you thinking?
What makes you tick?
What lies beyond those gates
shut under lock and key?
A moment's glimpse
is all I see
Before clouds gather;
and sunbeams flee.
Just an onlooker
passing through.
If you'd stop for a while,
I would too.