And here i am sitting in a couch
thinking about the lives of people
I will probably never meet
or haven't met yet.
Are they crying?
Are they laughing?
Are they dancing?
Are they making love?
Are they alone?
Are they writing poetry?
Are they looking for the love of their life?
Are they becoming parents?
Are they awake?
Are they asleep?
Are they sitting in a couch too thinking about
my life?
Guess I'll never know
Who am I anyway to know?
Just a random person sitting in their couch.
YOU ARE READING
poems and night thoughts
PoetryJust some poems I think of , instead of sleeping ( also the cover is not mine , so credits to the artist)
