Places I've missed,

People I'd have liked to know,

Moments half seen, mistily remembered,

Misplaced and passed by

As I rushed through the years

In search of life.

Sometimes I think we are the same,

But reversed in order,

And separated by a cold, hard surface

Of polished glass

Through which we touch

In a way.

Perhaps I'd cry over your loneliness,

If I could only see past my own.

Hamsters: Left, right, left, right,

We join the smiling couples

As they run around together

And we're never really lonely,

Are we?