Listening, assessing body language, some will say spy

But I’m just watching people, as life goes by

All sorts of people, young and old

With me imagining stories that they’ve never told

Stories of sadness, trauma and grief

Stories of wonder, amazement and sheer disbelief

Some people hard to decipher, others done with ease

But it’s all imaginary, so I can write what I please

Not sure if what I write is what they’d really say

It doesn’t matter though, as they’ll never read it anyway