I do not know their proper name.
I waited so long to find out
What secrecy was all about.
Years of curiosity wane.
And as they passed, I grew content
To disregard the message sent.
I gaze out past the window pane.
When did the world become so small?
How did I miss the casting call?
There is chaos, laughter, and pain.
Emotions are tangled, tattered,
As though perhaps once they mattered.
Into the abyss, I may deign.
Do they wonder who, what I am?
Why should I care to understand?