Pondering

I sometimes wonder if people even really realize that I'm here.
Sitting here, breathing, wishing, dreaming, being.

Sometimes I wonder if people even realize that other people exist.
If they see them, alone, dejected, saddened, and down.

If we could all, just take a breath...
If we could all, just take a step back...
If we could all, just look around...
I'm pretty sure the world wouldn't drown.

I sometimes wonder if people even realize that people are there.
Sitting there, with their hands and arms open wide.

Sometimes I wonder if people even realize that people are waiting.
Waiting to be needed, loved and loving in return, being a friend.

If we could all, just take a breath...
If we could all just take a step back...
If we could all, just look around...
I'm pretty sure the world wouldn't end.