From the day I was born
found myself lost
locked in my own little world
and I can come out
from time to time
and pretend
I’m a wheel in the system
going round and round
till dizziness sets in
and have to go back
inside myself
think about what I’ve seen there

In my own little world
nothing can hurt me
cause I make up all the rules
am always right
but lord knows it isn’t enough
for no man’s a rock
no woman an island
so outside once again I venture
and it’s then I realize
how small and insignificant
my universe really is
and if a giant foot came down
stamped out the Earth tomorrow
there’s little anyone could do

I try to tell others
how things really are
but very few ever listen
pay attention to me
some of them I talk to
bring insecurity
by telling me how wrong I am
things that I’ve thought of
philosophies formulated
when travelling
in my own little world

I can only go so long
a prisoner of my thoughts
then I have to resurface
come up for air

Walking down the street
I call out to a friend
but they don’t see or hear me
I wave to them as they disappear
into the madding crowd
all lost in their own little worlds


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10/31/2020

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