sonder
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Seeing people passing by
Only hearing their idle chatter
Now you realize strangers are people too
Don’t forget there’s more to life than what you see
The bookstore looms at the end of the street
Its cinderblock walls tower over those walking below
What do I have to say?
That I know anything?
Can I tell you to grab my hand and follow me through the woods?
And I will lead you to the path towards enlightened good
Or will we get lost
