I’m not saying that I’m wise
Because I know that I’m not
But I like to think that I’m smarter than most.
Not in book smarts, no,
Not in book smarts.
I like to think that I can
Understand people
Who they are, why they do.
I like to think that
I’m a pertinent observer.
When people are sad, angry, lonely, happy,
I can see that
And I feel it, too.
I see everyone, even those who
May not want to be seen.
Especially those.
I like to think that because I see people
People see me.
But do people see me?
Who do they see if they do?
I like to think that they do, but that they don’t
See the person I see in myself.
Maybe I fancy being alone because
Then I can see others.
Alone.
Alone, yes, but not lonely.
No, not lonely.
I like to think that others feel the same
Maybe there are a lot of us,
Those try-to-be wise individuals,
Like me.
E.D.
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