Sonder The realization that each passerby Is living a life as vivid and complex as mine. Their stories unfolding, Unseen, unheard, Yet radically real. My egocentric masquerade crumbles, Revealing a humbling truth I am neither important nor special, Not the Protagonist in others narratives. I am but an reflection of my past, Standing at the present, Awaiting the actions that will start my future. I delude myself, Believing my thoughts and dreams script my destiny, That I alone choose the path ahead. But in this vast tapestry, I am one piece among many a single strain, Connected piece apart of a whole.