I Can Never Be

I saw things wiz past me. Red. Black. White. Silver. Clear. All different shapes, sizes. Some crashed into me. Some brushed me. Some created wind near me. Even with all these differences, they all had one thing in common. They repeated. Over and over and over again. The same color, size, objects. Over and over, in a loop. Forever I would fly, fall, smile, look. I could see millions of different faces looking at me. Everyday. All day. None helped me. None thought I was real. I can't talk only look, but if I could I would scream for help. To be let out. To be free. Millions take freedom for granted. Even if they are being suppressed, they can still talk, and move. They are still free. They call me Creepy, they are still free. They are mesmerized by me, they are still free. They are always free, and I can never be.