I see you ....

But you don't see me.

You're the people walking down the street, cycling through town, eating in the restaurants, drinking in the sun.

You're the people I pass by on the bus, or sitting in your car. Talking, laughing, crying, arguing.

I see you. But you don't see me. I used to be you. For one night, for 10 days, for 5 years.

I wake up and know. You wake up and don't realise.

I'm the person that you don't think of in the morning, or last thing at night. Or when things are good, or when the chips are down.

What do you think when you look at me? Nothing. What do I think when I look at you? I wish I was I was you.... At least sometimes....