Little people
in little cars
traveling to places
near, and far.
Each bearing
their own scar
each just trying
to pass the bar.
The silent watcher
is none other than me
and I'm still waiting
to see
What we all will be
and if
we truly are free.
It is upon these thoughts
I dwell
although time will truly tell
If things will turn out well
or if we will each create
our own hell.
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