Them Me Us
Everywhere I look they pass me by
People that is, people of every kind
Sometimes I see shallow
Sometimes I see deep
Strangers of all shapes and colours, I greet
They morph with my thoughts, notions often wrought
I wonder what the world has brought, today
Routine my kindred eye, peruse again
I am one of them, feeling dissimilar
Them, me , us,
Copyright © David Byrne | Year Posted 2012
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