We carry ourselves,
a part of the said society,
the local groove,
where be our means,
we define who we are,
why we do,
where it is we belong,
based upon the couple next door,
the family down the street,
the look of the vendor,
when purchasing ordinary.
We measure our lives,
in respect to the tone of voice,
our own ‘pardon me’ provides,
when we mean it,
or certainly when we don’t
and the recipient
does realize,
we do surmise
to disguise,
rather than look in each other’s
eyes.
It is the Is
they speak aloud
when walking together
in the street,
sitting in a gathering of
many souls,
when in the moment,
we all seem to share
the similar goals.
So how is it we can in unison,
even begin to understand,
we all have similar souls.
