Watching people go by.
Some are like sparks in the air,
a beauty you never got the chance
to fully understand.
Others are prison guardians
and how you feel about them
depends on what side of the cell door you're on.
feel like a chance you never took,
the Hello you never uttered.
All of them are possibilities
reminders of possible futures
and of the many, many doors
you could have had the keys to.