The Others

From time to time I wonder
Of the other's thoughts 
Of to where they might lead 
To the depths of philosophy? 
Or to everything they might see
Do they question as I?

Perhaps I feel different
Behind the scenes of my public front
I come to wonder 
What's behind the other's fronts?
Do their minds swim in the ocean of philosophy, or am I alone in this curiosity? 

The question is the answer 
The others are not one
But one after another 
Forever I can wonder 
But what would I be 
If there was another mind like me?

The End

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