The Trouble With Blinking
By Robin

Somehow it seems
I'm missing something
And I don't know what.
I sit and watch everyone go by
And the world is blurry
But the people are so happy
(or so it seems)
So busy and fulfilled.
Why don't I have that?
Sometimes I feel so good;
And though nothing ever changes,
I turn around and it's all so different.
Wrong, even.
And then I'm sad,
Or maybe just melencholy,
Though I have no reason,
no right to be.
I just blinked...
What did I miss?



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