I feel like I am looking at my life
Like it is inside a snow globe,
People flying and fluttering around me,
Unaware that they are in my world.
The whole world is moving,
But I am standing still.
I am in the middle of it,
Watching it flow and spill.
I am the centre,
But I am alone.
Set apart as some say,
But I long to be a clone.
I long to touch
I long to move,
I want to belong,
I want to love.
But all I can do,
Is watch and see.
How everyone dances
Around my glass figurine.
Holding the globe in my small hands,
Filled with chaos and silence.
Holding my world, my land.
This empty substance.
I wonder if someone else
Is looking down at me.
thinking that the crowd
makes the figurine look awfully lonely.
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 10:48 AM UTC
I feel like I am looking at my life
Like it is inside a snow globe,
People flying and fluttering around me,
Unaware that they are in my world.
The whole world is moving,
But I am standing still.
I am in the middle of it,
Watching it flow and spill.
I am the centre,
But I am alone.
Set apart as some say,
But I long to be a clone.
I long to touch
I long to move,
I want to belong,
I want to love.
But all I can do,
Is watch and see.
How everyone dances
Around my glass figurine.
Holding the globe in my small hands,
Filled with chaos and silence.
Holding my world, my land.
This empty substance.
I wonder if someone else
Is looking down at me.
thinking that the crowd
makes the figurine look awfully lonely.
