do they know about how embarrassed we are?
do they care?
do they even see through us?
we question their will to live
when we wonder why the hell
we are leading the life we live
and just... stare
do they see what's wrong?
how can they know?
there are so many questions
I can't answer anymore
and we hope
we don't run into walls
and we don't turn to be them
to be like stone
newspapers and coffee
and morning buses
packed up with
iphones and stress