A Face In The Crowd

At a distance I see you

with a look of distant sorrow

or perhaps my perception of what life is like

to someone with no hope

 

I study the features of your face

wondering what that gloom is

glistening black hair over your eyes

covering a secret I can feel from my seat

 

In my head I try to guess who you are

I play the game of discovery

only to forget that it's only a game

in which you play a part unknowingly

 

Are you happy with your life

perhaps not yet a question you can answer

until it's too late

until you discover want you want will never be

 

Your moving lips intrigue me

the words are a silent oath to youth and love

but the heart is what gives us away

makes us forget our hopes, our dreams, and our love

 

Who am I to judge at such a distance

not really knowing you at all

To me you’re an object of wonder, of study

just another face in the crowd

 

Gary Scott Gebert

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