Jerome

Sitting, Staring

Here I am
Sitting, Staring
At That Candle
Over There
Burning Away
Without A Care

Why can’t I be
More like it
Flickering and flaming
Never taming
Without a care
Never needing to share

Here I am
Sitting, staring
At them drinking
Laughing, smiling

Why can’t I be
Just like them
Hopelessly caressing
Slowly undressing
Without a care
Seemingly unaware

Why is it that I
Never seem to understand why?
Or the ways of the world?
Why is it that
Here I am
Always
Sitting, Staring
But Never Caring

posted by Jeremy @ 12:46 pm