I sit here surrounded by people full of life.
I feel the joy of thier day.
I yearn for that light to fill my cluttered mind.
But there's no room in this space.
It's taken by paranoid thoughts, anxiety and sadness.
I'm but a fixture in this world. Like a wall or a window.
I see all and get to feel all through the lives that move about me.
It may not be my happiness or my parade, still it's enough to keep me insane.
Thier joy has always been my pride.
I live to for them anyway.
I guess it's not all bad, because I still find myself selfish.
I'm here, because I can't live without them.
I'm surrounded by life, and it brings me life.
There may not be room in my mind for light, but my heart shines bright inside.