In the April sun
looked liked clones
White shirts
same ties, backpacks
bought at the same store by there mothers
in stride with each other past up the road
as the sunlight burns,
there shadows into the pavement
see what happens when I look out my window
makes my mind turn what is not a dreams
but just my front window

Which is, mostly is
not reality
not the whole truth
once in a lifetime
is it my
but can I ask
What have you done?
to change that
To make me feel a wind in my heart

But don't cry for me
I want you to know
I will still be just me
it,s in my make-up
Just be ing me.

P@ul.