Apartment dwelling strangers
who never stop to talk,
don’t know the people living
a few doors down the block.
They nod hello while driving by
but never know my name,
somehow I get the feeling
it’s all a terrible shame.
Our insular existence
strikes me as really weird,
as if the nearby neighbor
is someone to be feared.
Co=dependent for nothing
without a single bond,
don’t know if he...
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