Sonder

Sometimes I look outside,

Thinking of everything,

Realizing that people individually exist,

I question myself,

Where do they stand in their spirits?

Are they in the train station, 

Between the busy crowds,

Lost but numb somehow.

Maybe they are sitting in a park,

under a tree,

Reading a book,

Feeling inner peace.

Maybe they are alone at a restaurant,

With a cold cup of tea, 

Trying to get over their missed chances,

Maybe looking for a person they, 

Want to be.

Are they on a one-way train to love,

Or on the two-way street 

that can damage their oath,

Just waiting for this feeling to leave.

Or are they paving the way for the future,

For people like,

They hold something special in them,

But can't be seen. 

Are they on a highway,

No idea where they are going on,

Just letting the wind drift them,

Just going with the flow.

Or on a cliff,

Thinking of ending everything,

Just in seconds,

Not so slow.

Are they deserted on an island,

Nowhere go,

Trying to find help,

To set them free.

This feeling of sonder,

I feel right, 

Analyzing each face somehow.

Living a complex life,

With different States,

Each face,

Holds a different story somehow.

One person in front of me,

A million stories they stayed,

How interesting it must be,

To be part of someone's tale?