I face the window drinking my coffee
Watching the people walking through the market
And it hits me
We all see others
We all judge others
We always do
It's a reflex
But the tiny voice in my mind meanly asks me:
Would you?
Would you fight yourself to put a stop to this?
Would you take that lonely path in which
everyday you discover something new about you
And decide you don't like it
But decide to accept it?
