So,
It looks like
I'm the one
Left,
Once again,
In the dust.
I see you,
Grains of sand and
Dirt
Whipping out from behind you,
An illusory tail
Mockingly calling
For me to catch it.
Your radar,
Your computers
And your perfect
Technology
Have mapped me out
Wondrously.
I am charted on a graph,
Lesser than
Or equal to
A blip on the radar.
I am a point,
A single starting point
From which
You may blast off,
Whether it be
Positive
Or negative.
I am the white noise
In the background,
The faint
Crashing of imaginary waves
Hiding just behind
The glass surface of
Your favorite pop song.
I am the lone bird call
In a choir of many.
I am the faint idea
Hidden at the back of your mind,
Waiting,
Watching,
Hoping to all powers
Here and below
That you will
Remember I'm there.