where they peer in

peeking

see ing

tsk tsk of the moment

daggers thrown

passively

precisely

constant in the life

aggravating

for those looking in

the glass house

of me

know not my house of birth

nor the homes of all

taken in by us

who there lived

if it could be seen

it’d be disbelief

many places that owed me

owned me

ode of me

the unattainable there

creeps up as company

and consumes you all

as it becomes the

actual wheel and

the thing you’re chasing

the vehicle becomes the path

the there there

promises of one day

we’ll examine our own state

not just yet

passers byes

passing by

pointing out