So many people,
On such a small rock.
Moving like ants,
Scurrying to & fro.
I watch them with partially feigned,
Interest?
Sondering stupidity,
As slack jawed stares remain on faces.
You could never fathom me.
Not to my full depth.
No fault.
Mine.
Yours.
Just fact.
Reality.
I see,
Hear,
It all.
Ugh.
No fault.
