Passenger

I travel, and look at the window, yet those other windows, those prying eyes are vacant, they are pictures embedded in my eyes. They touch me and I keep them, forever, though forever is just a small lapse in time.

You might look back, but yet you see another window

Then I go deeper,

and I connect.

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No

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more

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words

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I arrive

Now I’m yours

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Now I’m the Passenger

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