Hanging Around

I’m just hanging around:
Observing Life as it passes by…
Watching and listening to the laughter
And Cries
Wondering if the sounds I hear
Are mine or someone else’s

And what of what I see
Inside and Out…
Are these sights real
Or imagined

Ah Life you are
A mystery that
Will never be survived.

About sandrabranum

I'm a philosopher, dreamer, poet, writer -- not necessarily in that order -- and I get to write it all down and share it with the world thanks to the Wonderful World Wide Web!
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