Perhaps I am hard to like,
No one understand how I used my bike.
Perhaps it was me,
who understood first
of their perspective's meant to be.
Perhaps that is why I stay away,
always a step ahead in my foolish play.
Perhaps you never notice my distance,
for I am alone in this charade of existence.
wc link: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/willyampax/1331464/
sometimes its really hard......