There is that occasion when the world evolves,
and I, for the sake of I, stay static,
I don’t smell the flowers, or even walk in the humidity,
I am frozen in time, wondering just how many hours
will drift past my eyes before I can
before I might understand,
why the motion of my mind seems to be
in a perpetual state of idle.
When these episodic windfalls of clarity,
reach my sub-conscious,
I sometimes wonder about perception,
not about yours or theirs or anyone beyond my world,
but more about them,
those I love, the children, the voices, the people
that all know where I come from,
they all know the
the seemingly easy out I have in my lexicon of words
to justify just why I want to cry.
It seems though,
in the silence of any room, any vacant space,
it is apparent, that I will stay here, forever.