I occupy an irrelevant corner Witnessing merry groups consort whilst passing Days elapse, crowds move on I remain standing unnoticed Yearning for inclusion Honing ponderous ideas Lingering for an impeccable moment If I could just -- If I could just get that one moment I could surprise people I could become one of these people streaming by The content beings - the loved souls The world spins whilst I delay Countless perfect moments neglected Infinite opportunities yet impending
I am an introvert that desperately wants to be an extrovert. I am always waiting to say the right thing, and when I have an opportunity, the words just cannot find their way out and the moment passes. On to the next one, hopefully.