Other People’s Lives.

Other people’s lives
are not like yours or mine.
They float in the distance,
mocking,
teasing,
tempting.
They hover, just out of reach,
beckoning us on,
shimmying ahead.

Other people’s lives
hold secrets and tell lies.
They hide round corners,
peeping,
whispering,
wondering.
They make demands, claim space
spreading themselves loudly,
sucking out air.

Other people’s lives
are not like yours or mine.
We each walk our own paths,
hoping,
trusting,
coping,
Just one among many,
who slip bewildered
through a crowd of dancing strangers.

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