hopefully yes, yes, yes, yes, no.

Do they ever park their minds in empty lots,
let all the thoughts scamper out,
and sag with the slightest mechanical ticks,
yearning for stillness?

Do they ever shut their eyes to the colorglut,
and match their hearts' beat
to the murmur of far-off leaves?

Do they ever question?
I'm very anxious to know.

Do they ever forget?

Or is it just me that thinks I think alone,
silent perhaps, even in the company of fellow silences?