Or Do I?
I don't belong here.
Or do I?
If I left
Where would I go?
I don't have anyone
Anywhere else.
Although really I do.
I feel comfortable here.
But I could be comfortable there.
Whereve there is.
My dreams aren't rotting
Like fruit unpicked on a vine.
Why am I insecure?
I should be happy.
But I am happy.
Aren't I?
Do I know happiness?
What it feels like?
How it satisfies?
I think I do.
I think I have.
I think so.
Maybe I do belong here.
Or do I?
Or do I?
If I left
Where would I go?
I don't have anyone
Anywhere else.
Although really I do.
I feel comfortable here.
But I could be comfortable there.
Whereve there is.
My dreams aren't rotting
Like fruit unpicked on a vine.
Why am I insecure?
I should be happy.
But I am happy.
Aren't I?
Do I know happiness?
What it feels like?
How it satisfies?
I think I do.
I think I have.
I think so.
Maybe I do belong here.
Or do I?
posted by Carey Parrish | 8:30 AM
2 Comments:
Beautiful! I have a blog post formulating along a similar feeling.
Thanks, Jeff. I will look forward to reading yours.
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