The Glass

This is what I did one Raining Saturday at a cafe.

I watched to my side,
As I see all of them walking.
Side by side,
in the afternoon rain.

In couples, singles even groups more of three,
sharing umbrellas for water to slide.
I kept my face, in a monotone pace,
unreadable to the ones inside the cafe.

Each of the people I see,
are too predictable for me.
The baby cries as thunder roars,
a couple so dense to see logic.

I watched in boredom,
as I see through the glass.
Is there another meaning,

than the actions I see.

The glass masking, 

the truth within.

May this world be something,
if the glass would break.

I wonder why glass,
can reflect, see through and lastly mask.
Another day for me to wonder,
as I rest my thoughts for another day.

Reviews

[HungryGhost]

Wow. Great work here! Could you read mine when you have the time? Cheers :)

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