You look stupid standing there
Your all the same
No differences in eyes that gleam
Smiles that shine.
Business suits so sheak.
All doing the same
With only yourselves to blame.
The line goes on for miles
Follow the leader.
Whos the leader?
Footprints in the ground
Finger prints on the glass.
All exactly as the other.
Nothing distinct.
I stare from the window
high above.
Afraid to see.
Afraid of what I could be.
The pigments of light
Stream through the window
Giving a distorted image of myself.
Or is it real.