I am just someone.
Someone in Berlin.
Someone in the subway.
Someone who is going to university today.
But I am not the only one.

There is another someone.
Someone in Berlin.
Someone in the subway.
Someone with orange shoes.
Someone I don’t know.
And now he’s gone.
But he is not the only one.

There is another someone.
Someone in Berlin.
Someone in the subway.
Someone with a green scarf.
Someone I don’t know.
And now she’s gone.

But she is not the only one.

I could go on and on.
Someone with a yellow backpack.
Someone with very long curly hair.
Someone old.
Someone very young.
Someone stressed.
Someone relaxed.
Someone speaking Russian.
Someone speaking English.
In the subway. Here we are all just someone. Although someone here could be the one for someone else.
Someone here could be a firefighter.
Someone could be a teacher.
Someone could be an undercover FBI Agent.
Someone could be a father.

I wouldn’t know.

Who are you?

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