Lonely

Do you ever feel lonely?

You know what I mean.

People but no one hears you talk.

Lonely, you know

The group talks you speak,

But the words go on.

The script is cast,

But your not in it.

Only a word in a margin note.

A picture flashes,

Are you in it?

Yes but in the back

Not really seen.

Just another face in a shoebox.

Just another face barley remembered.

Oh, that was they, they say

Not really remembering

That was they, they say

Wondering about.

That was they,

But who where they

That smiled, that laughed

That asked but where not answered.

Saying a wayward phrase

That brought the bleak existence back for a second

Like a bare bulb

In a sea of lights.

Its dull gleam isolated

Then lost in the cacophony,

Drowned out.

Lonely they say.

No it cannot be,

For there is he and she right next to me.

Lonely?

It cannot be,

Look at the people around me.

Lonely I say,

For this is what is  me

This is what I feel

But this is not what I be.

I am the flower on the wall,

The faucet drip,

I am what I am now.

Never changing practically

The same awe, the small light,

Drowned in the cacophony,

This is what I must be.

The soulful, selfish light I am,

No matter what, things don’t change

& when they do there just the same

In the mass, lonely I’ll be

But lonely you see will not be me.