We don’t know how to spend our time

When I look outside my closed, shut windows, I see windows from the opposite side. Rows of four and columns of three, tinted shadows fall on me. Seaweed green, mauve-grey cloudy, a faded pumpkin orange – these lights are shining, the rest are dark abysses, inside with small humans prowling. Colourful lights, a tease of magic –what are the possibilities that of fourteen windows – four I cannot see – four wear distinct tints? Little humans, whom I cannot see, I imagine the lives you lead. The working mother, a grocery shop cashier, trying to make ends meet. She returns home daily to a roomful of cartons, boxes preserved in place of shelves. Or the taxi driver uncle, he wears a faded white polo, whose threads are sparse, lopsided from the weight of cigars. Of all the lives I am not living, how many will they live? Of all the lives we could be living, how many will the average man lead? For most of us, I am afraid, the answer is not many.

the same thing in perhaps a more readable form:

When I look outside my closed, shut windows,
I see windows from the opposite side.
Rows of four and columns of three, tinted shadows fall on me.

Seaweed green, mauve-grey cloudy,
a faded pumpkin orange –
these lights are shining,
the rest are dark abysses, inside
with small humans prowling.

Colourful lights, a tease of magic –
what are the possibilities
that of fourteen windows –
four I cannot see –
four wear distinct tints?

Little humans, whom I cannot see,
I imagine the lives you lead.

The working mother, a
grocery shop cashier,
trying to make ends meet.
She returns home daily
to a roomful of cartons, boxes
preserved in place of shelves.

Or the taxi driver uncle, he
wears a faded white polo,
whose threads are sparse, lopsided
from the weight of cigars.

Of all the lives I am not living,
how many will they live?
Of all the lives we could be living,
how many will the average one lead?
For most of us, I am afraid,
the answer is not many.

lol, so it did end up being a poem, even though I set out to write prose. haha. also it’s quite funny how without any larger rigid plan I appear to be mostly on a mostly weekly basis.

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