Passing by
Trapped inside their little boxes
Looking out
Just like me
But my box is my head
That's where I'm trapped
Maybe they are too
But there's no time to ask
Everyone is racing by
And I feel like slow motion
Complexity, almost standing still
A mind never stops
That's why I say almost
Even if we pretend it does
Unless we're dead
But then, some of us are living dead, I think
I know I have lived that way
Wonder what they're thinking
What they're dreading
If they're dreaming
What do they think when they glance my way
Anything
Nothing
Lost in their own musing
Their own wonder
Their own high
Blind to life that's passing them by
I wonder if they're happy in their little boxes
Sometimes I am
Depends on the day
The daring
What I have put out
What's been given back
Must be that way for most
I have been sitting here too long
I am warming to the outside world
