Is it consciousness?
Comparing oneself to others
A self consciousness of some sort
I notice the small pimple on you nose
That one strand of gray hair
Such effort to hide it, but age does shout
The funny way that one leg
Seems to move faster than the other
It’s not boredom or is it?
I think it’s human nature
To pick out the flaws, the peculiarity
In another human being
Why I do it, I don’t know
Your flaws, your peculiarity are not whats important
But something to focus on
When am with you
Come to think about it
What a bore it would be
Not to have that one thing which others notice
Where would I place my eyes?
It is not for better or worse
But something to keep my eyes preoccupied
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