The Lost Commuter
Unless you choose to stand by me,
Although I have an urge to speak,
Up to the point when you acknowledge my presence,
Until the day ceases,
I stand silently.
Once your point of departure arrives,
Before I will be able to look you in the eyes,
Because I am unable to socialize,
Unless I live a life of lies,
You will walk away into the endless crowd.
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