That's life

That's Life

That stranger across the way doesn't know my name
Could care less
I have no fame
No fortune to share
I'm just here
That stranger is busy with her own world
Typing the keys to her extacy(sic?) or anxiety
I don't know her
Don't know her secrets
Too busy trying to bury mine
The public library, a great place
Filled with too many faces
All with a story to tell
Horror, Comedy, and every other genre as well
Maybe
How should I really know
I can guess, but certainty escapes me
But I flow with the words in my head
And visit myspace again and again
And
That stranger across the way changes into someone else
Each moment, Each time, Each day.