Thinking

I sit and ponder, do I live in the past
Unable to move forward, missing what’s here
At times I feel like an outcast
Social and adept, yet connection I fear

This is a penance I carry around
Superficial, it feels, which is odd and strange
I believe, truly that I can rebound
From what I do not know it, can I change

Late nights, early mornings alone, thinking, and content
Some think it’s lonely but I see it clear
Prefer it, an existence I feel it’s well spent
I love, I live there is no fear