A Plastic bag crushed by black rubber,
My attention drawn from the lights of the windows,
Is this my home I see before me,
Or am I in a place where everyone goes?

Who Knows?

Do you know your neighbor?
Curtains hide even the most eccentric lives,
Am I one of them, these people,
Or is this that towards which i do not strive?

Am I alive?

The mirror tells all,
When all is said and done, I am one of them.
I am them; I am no one; the truth it unravels.
Neighbor, if you see my shadow on your travels,
Do not point him in my direction.