You know not of me,
Nor I know not of you,
Not shared meetings nor greetings,
Yet we still judge and conclude.
To you;
I'm a presumption,
An opinion, a theory.
To me;
You're an impression,
A judgement, a view...
Though, not once
Have I stepped in your shoes,
Nor have you cared to dare step into mine;
Each day crossing paths
Like ants in a colony,
Are you happy? Are you sad?
A life of joy or monotony?
Questions left...