Listening to the sounds of the outside world,
The faint static that is all around us
Faces that constantly bombard my glances
What is going on in their lives,
Betrayal, heart-break, confusion,
Feeling as lost as I do.
Watching the cars pass,
I wonder where the people are speeding to.
A girl walks by tormented by the image the world forces upon her,
There are limits all around me,
Waiting to be broken
The bus stops and a man gets off,
His path laid before him,
He walks, slowly,
Unaware of my stare.
Just another day to him,
But he is forever here in my words.
Maybe that is his purpose.
The trees move,
Coming to life with a single breath.
Again I wonder,
Why am I here, what is my purpose?
To live with their limitations or to break out and really live
They say the sky is the limit,
How can you reach the sky when you are nailed to the floor?
I see sadness everyday when I look around.
In the eyes of people,
The step of the man that walks by with his brown paper bag,
The blank gaze of the woman waiting for the bus.
We all hold something in.
A burning feeling that we cannot explain,
I sense it in all people.
We wonder,
Is this it for me?
The houses spread apart equally,
The sheer uniformity of our lives,
Why do I feel so trapt,
I could leave it all behind,
But then where would I be.
Two elderly women leave their home and board a bus.
Will that be me in the winter of my life?
Watching my dreams fade as my hair turns ash gray.
I long for life,
But how do I begin?
I suppose my words might take me somewhere.
Some places are dark and cold.
While others are green and bright,
But that is not real.
I am stuck in between these two literary worlds.
Mine is gray with specks of gold,
That fly away with the slightest breeze.
The things I always thought I wanted are morphing,
Into strange shapes I do not recognize,
Just shadows of my future life.
The faint static that is all around us
Faces that constantly bombard my glances
What is going on in their lives,
Betrayal, heart-break, confusion,
Feeling as lost as I do.
Watching the cars pass,
I wonder where the people are speeding to.
A girl walks by tormented by the image the world forces upon her,
There are limits all around me,
Waiting to be broken
The bus stops and a man gets off,
His path laid before him,
He walks, slowly,
Unaware of my stare.
Just another day to him,
But he is forever here in my words.
Maybe that is his purpose.
The trees move,
Coming to life with a single breath.
Again I wonder,
Why am I here, what is my purpose?
To live with their limitations or to break out and really live
They say the sky is the limit,
How can you reach the sky when you are nailed to the floor?
I see sadness everyday when I look around.
In the eyes of people,
The step of the man that walks by with his brown paper bag,
The blank gaze of the woman waiting for the bus.
We all hold something in.
A burning feeling that we cannot explain,
I sense it in all people.
We wonder,
Is this it for me?
The houses spread apart equally,
The sheer uniformity of our lives,
Why do I feel so trapt,
I could leave it all behind,
But then where would I be.
Two elderly women leave their home and board a bus.
Will that be me in the winter of my life?
Watching my dreams fade as my hair turns ash gray.
I long for life,
But how do I begin?
I suppose my words might take me somewhere.
Some places are dark and cold.
While others are green and bright,
But that is not real.
I am stuck in between these two literary worlds.
Mine is gray with specks of gold,
That fly away with the slightest breeze.
The things I always thought I wanted are morphing,
Into strange shapes I do not recognize,
Just shadows of my future life.
