JungleGeorge42

I walk through my life on this world Watching and listening, I notice The loud and the quiet The one with many friends And the one with none Differences in each, I see And the similar as well But do they notice me? Those who are strangers to trouble Also those who are its heart The ones who know much The ones who know little The vain and the trying The kind and the uncaring I notice all But do they notice me? I see them, who are the ground But do they see me who is the air? Do they try, do they even care? Am I invisable or am I noticed? If I'm visable will you acknowledge me Or will you let me become invisable again? Do