Slice of Life
A dozen lives, a little slice,
between two buildings in the night.
And with each life, an open page,
a ready pen and empty stage.
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Outside this slice, one thousand more,
With fears, and dreams, and wants for more.
One million now, just further still,
a different creek, a different hill.
For you and I, one billion more,
our lyrics, notes and scenes and score.
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Yet each of us, a single eye,
our only view upon our lives.
What are our worlds, the things we see,
and do we share this mystery.
Or do we not, and each our own,
a slice of life, all alone.