i like sitting alone in a crowded place...
makes me feel like being a part of something...
many unknown faces....and a few familiar i can trace...
sad, happy, confused, and a few faces loathing...
they wonder whether in loneliness i seek solace...
but what they don't know...is that inside me..there's nothing...
i sit alone in a crowded cafe many times...
enjoying the bliss of being able to breath...just being alive....
there are no dreams to compete...no need to compose beautiful rhymes...
no need to dance....not salsa...chacha...or jive...
i take each moment with a generous sprinkling of limes...
as everyone around me hurries like in a bee hive...
i like being with myself more than anyone else...
for i don't need to pretend...or change to become what someone else expects...
i stand alone, casting on passers-by wonderful spells...
trying to be that someone that everyone likes and respects...
in reality i am just taking in the sights, sounds and smells...
hoping i am not the geeky kid that everyone rejects...
i paint a picture with my brush that has really worn off...
i try and make it beautiful for those around me...
the worst thing is, that i am really afraid they will scoff...
make fun of my picture and try to change it to what they want to see...
and yet i keep trying...to fill this empty trough...
oh will you buy my picture...help me to be myself...set me free...?
i like sitting alone in a crowded place...
makes me feel like being a part of something...
i sit alone in a crowded cafe many times...
enjoying the bliss of being alive...just being alive....
i like being with myself more than anyone else...
for i don't need to pretend...or change to become what someone else expects...
i paint a picture with my brush that has really worn off...
i try and make it beautiful for those around me.................
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