Show boat

You little “showboat”

Row row row until somebody, anybody, notices.

Steal your slight glances. No one is watching.

You call for justice, “look at me”.

It’s not fair, is it?

So bright, you’re deafening, so is everyone else.

All deaf to each other. All walking around, staring straight ahead. Maybe thinking about things that matter. Maybe not thinking at all.

Probably- if it is you- probably thinking, “look at me!”

Then they look.

And you turn away.

Just what you wanted. Nothing more.

Thanks.