At a distance I see you <br />with a look of distant sorrow <br />or perhaps my perception of what life is like <br />to someone with no hope <br /> <br />I study the features of your face <br />wondering what that gloom is <br />glistening black hair over your eyes <br />covering a secret I can feel from my seat <br /> <br />In my head I try to guess who you are <br />I play the game of discovery <br />only to forget that it's only a game <br />in which you play a part unknowingly <br /> <br />Are you happy with your life <br />perhaps not yet a question you can answer <br />until it's too late <br />until you discover want you want will never be <br /> <br />Your moving lips intrigue me <br />the words are a silent oath to youth and love <br />but the heart is what gives us away <br />makes us forget our hopes, our dreams, and our love <br /> <br />Who am I to judge at such a distance <br />not really knowing you at all <br />To me you’re an object of wonder, of study <br />just another face in the crowd<br /><br />Gary Scott Gebert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-face-in-the-crowd/
