Who am I to you?
A brother?
A sister?
A neighbor?
An enemy?
Who am I to you when you stare at me blankly?
When you look right through me as if I'm glass?
Am I here for you?
Am I here with you?
I gaze at the wonderous sky, and think of you.
Where do you stand?
A seeker of peace and serenity?
Maybe all you need to do is walk through my door.
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