you will not know the <br />paths one took; <br />you will not know <br />the journeys <br />one made: <br />but then, <br />nobody knows, baby, <br />nobody knows <br />the sunlit ways you took <br />that led into shady ends <br /> <br /> <br />so separate people go <br />you do not know <br />the stories <br />on the neighbor’s face; <br />so distant the world goes <br />you do not know <br />the one who sleeps beside you <br /> <br />so enclosed we are <br />we walk like programs <br />that run their own <br />non-interactive course; <br />so centered are we <br />we do not now <br />other than our own concerns <br /> <br /> <br />death is news and hunger is pity <br />and massacres are distant <br />and abuse arouses speeches <br />and always one’s own sufferings <br />more urgent <br /> <br /> <br />and so the brain puts measures <br />and walls and enclosures <br />so we never know the burdens <br />that will break the camel’s back <br /> <br /> <br />we live in castles, baby <br />and we have internal, private <br />home theater systems <br />that are on auto upgrades; <br />we sit, though we walk, <br />the absorbing screen before <br />and the crowds behind <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />you will not know the <br />paths one took; <br />you will not know <br />the journeys <br />one made: <br />but then, <br />nobody knows, baby, <br />nobody knows <br />the sunlit ways you took <br />that led into shady ends<br /><br />Raj Arumugam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/separate-ways-3/
