See the people

I can see the smiles and even hear them laugh,
The noises they make,
So dear to them they get lost in it,
I can also see traces of love,
But as I open my eyes, lust is there too.
In the wind that carries word and songs,
I heard cries, muffled.
Almost incomprehensible,
I would sit down and look at their eyes.
Yes same.
Questions remain the same.
Oh what does the horizon hide.
But I have also seen the others,
Those who cry no more, and hide no more.
I can see the ideas moving inside their heads,
Colliding and collapsing.
What would they do if they had it all.
Oh these people of this tiny world!