Looking out in frustration, I see the people move about. I see them in teh malls, the supermarkets and theathers. Together mingling in almost a harmony. How could anyone interject? Could it be one person to disrupt this sea of people? These people of different races, religions and creeds gathered in masses... . But I am just one. I am just one person who feels lonely among the thousands.. I am not seen. I am not heard> But I am here to observe. The question them becomes I am the spectator or a participant in life?
This is pretty much the story of my life. Am I the spectator or a participant. This is something I have always asked myself. Is it part of myself consciousness or non existent? Nevertheless this is where I am. Filled with useless knowledge ready to explode with success. This is what goes through my mind as an Unhyphenated American!
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