Watching my life from an outside window
Wondering where I went wrong
Make my way to the chair in the corner
Across an empty room
How many times have I emphasized
The happiness over the strife
It’s the human condition
To be in this position
You’ll lie to yourself
Before you admit you were wrong

I'm in a state of contemplation
I'll need to apply some meditation
I'm struggling with how to say
that I think I'll never make anyone stay

But I tell myself it wont last long
soon I'll be writing another love song
but I ask myself if it's truly worth it
If the best I'll ever do is getting no benefit

I'm still young and I've got plenty of time
but waiting for something from nothing isn't sublime
to tell you the truth I don't think I can wait
but it's not like I have much say in my fate

The only thing to do is wonder
and watch my love life be torn asunder
time after time and the cycle continues
sitting, alone, reading take out menus

is there really such a thing as a sole mate?
or are people just looking for something they can't hate
to distract themselves with some illusion
which, coincidentally, causes much more confusion

I'm in a limbo between hope and giving up
'cuz I don't really know how to "live it up"
so I'll stay in my room and I'll keep complaining
since when did being cynical become so draining?

Last Christmas an ornament fell off the tree
The glass orb slipped from the highest bow
transparent shards replaced its pretty ivory
to this day I'm still confused as to how

I still remember when it was new and clean
It brought a great warmth to our collection
I think about all the Christmases it had seen
How many had seen its delicate complexion

it was given to my parents on their wedding day
and they hung it together, every year
but last year it fell and broke on Christmas day
and the only shimmers are found from tears

People talking to one another without speaking
walking by without stepping forward
ignoring without looking the other way
screaming without moving their mouths

yet here I'm sitting without touching the ground
without being grounded to anything or anyone
and I seem to be the only one breaking the silence
I seem to be the one who moves the feet below me

I'm feeling my  legs stiffening as I step
I'm not breaking the silence as loudly as I once had
I'm touching the ground and it's weighing me down
Yet everyone wants to be a "grounded person"

So I'm leaping off the landing with all I've got
Trying to be suspended as I was before
It's harder now knowing all that I do
But I have to get back to where I was before

I'm afraid, if I don't, I too will be stuck
falling into the same patterns as the others
never moving, never making noise, never knowing
what it means to be grounded
is being without doing

Thank you, dear poets, for your words of wisdom
Thank you for sharing your thoughts
thank you for all of the comments and views
thank you for sharing your plots

thank you for writing your feelings in lyric
thank you for all the epiphanies
thank you for supporting others, always
thank you for sharing your memories

As the rest of us know writing isn't easy
neither is sharing your work
so thanks, again, for letting us read
and giving us all a good smirk

Let my mind wander through green pastures
Let my feet follow
Let my eyes search the sea for a great Creature
Let my ship follow
Let my lips talk of love without having to speak
Let my heart follow