there is me
in the camouflage
of pale light
behind bright stars
This my role
a story kept secret
a life untold
that winners be looked upon
with even more glory
I have little won
and little lost had I
in the middle ground
is often where I find myself
unwittingly
Neither deemed brilliant
nor deemed too outcast
unexisting at worst
and mediocre at best
by no intention of mine
Though I try to improve
but I am wired to disguise
I dislike too bright a limelight
but I do appreciate appreciation
I do wonder
Had I done nothing to the benefit of others
Had all I done in life
Not helped anyone
And I do wonder
not that I considered to do
but I do wonder
if anyone would realize
if I was ever to be gone
Or maybe subconscious to them
who perhaps are called my friends
I was already long gone
just as soon as we have acquainted
Who is there to care?
None have dropped a sign to show
they ever think of me
And then I wonder
if they experience the same
if they feel the same
Though some I have tried to reach
What a life we live
Still a sign to me
to be a better companion
Though assigned to me
to live in least comparison
It is alright, my friend
This too, is well
with my soul.
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