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I see the world as it passes by.
I see it,
But I'm distant.
Not quite with it.

The moment tends to pass,
To flash,
To go.
It leaves me standing, stranded,
Alone.

I stand there watching,
I observe and I notice.
I see out,
But others see right past me.

I see the world as it's passing by.
I see it, distant.
I'm there,
But not quite.

It passes by.
The moment gone.
The opportunity missed.
Regret building inside.

I notice the girl laughing,
I watch the child playing,
I witness the mother caring,
I observe me all alone.

I'm there,
I know it.
I exist,
But I don't show it.

Torn between hate and love.
Torn between what's right and wrong.
Torn between joining,
But afraid of disappointing.

I want to be included,
I truly do.
But I see it all passing,
Before I get a clue.

I missed my chance,
My opportunity.
'Cause I'm stuck in a trance,
Distant from the unity.

The world passes by,
But now I'm in it.
I'm enjoying life,
For a never ending permit.

New found love,
I'll show it.
Old hate,
I'll stow it.

The world passed me by,
But someone heard my cry.
They helped me understand,
My world they helped expand.