I'm sitting here,
on the 18th story of this building,
looking out over the sea of land,
watching as people move back and forth,
going about their lives,
and i wonder... are we all just alike or are we so different?
we fight, cuss, scream, and kill each other so are we really all that different?
then i shrug and just watch as life passes me by content to just be a spector to the grand scheme of things.
