That I’m crazy. Its often very simple like that.
Some people say that I’m true.
Some people call me quiet.
Some people know I’m a friend.
Some people realize who I am.
Yet no one knows, as my life is often changing.
They witness, as my reality zips on by.
Everything changing at the drop of a dime.
I wonder, is living life my only crime?
No one would know. It is often lost in the past.
No one would know
The simple thoughts I shared with them
No one would know
The moment I stood behind them, without ever being there
No one would know
The feeling I had when I looked them in the eye
No one would know
if I was just dreaming, losing myself in believing
Yet they see me, wandering through life and asking questions
They ponder my actions, as much as I wonder about my own
Every step, leading to another, a question upon itself
and I find myself being the only one who reached the answer
So I ask, if not for myself, would I still ask for you?
I simply accept life,
one step at a time
I move forward
taking a breath
and viewing the world again
from a vantage no one shares
and I care
to look back,
to reach out
and hope
that I’ll find someone
just like you
Last 5 posts in Friendship
- The decision of compassion - March 9th, 2008
- The Handshake - March 8th, 2008
- To which I am thankful - November 23rd, 2007
- Lost Friends - October 7th, 2007
- Friends - August 23rd, 2007
love your poems!! some of them reflect what i feel towards my own life. i found your website by accident and have to say that your website is going to be on my fave lists! by the way, do you mind if i quote this poem (some people) on my blog?
jennifer
October 27th, 2006