you'd think i went off on my own,
into this new "JC world" and turned my back on you.
forgotten you.
but well. what do you expect me to say,
with my classmates (friends?) around me
with that explicit question, hows life for you? getting along well?

plunge me into that deep well of thought, reflections, evaluations.
one by one
people flash before my eyes, and everything of their past, and present, with them
collection of trivial words, movement; observations.
careless treatment, even more so, careless words.
moments of contemplation, overrunning thoughts of verbose descriptions.
everything is so superficial my dear.
we must have been sitting too long, too comfortable
in that little gep castle in the air, to be unfamiliar with how the ground is to be treaded.
and when we came back to land, earth, unknowingly, the subtle fences sprouted,
enveloped us, ( or to exclude us from whom they clutched at their centres)

and asked twice, the question jots me back out of my reverie
and with four stares all around,
here's a pretty plastic smile for you
let me say: oh, everything's fine, just fine.
you would know, wouldnt you. i had thought you would.