How can I be
In a crowded room so lonely
the faces are many
the empty the same
How can I see
The untelling words tacitly
Adjusting my terror
The stories mundane
Is this pretention?
Is this a cry?
I've fallen again
But I think I'll just stay here
I'm old, immigrant, no family beyond spouse, recent diagnosis, puts the pain of existence in perspective. I don't get along with humans. I will be banned or harrassed here, but until then...we'll see.
In a crowded room so lonely
the faces are many
the empty the same
How can I see
The untelling words tacitly
Adjusting my terror
The stories mundane
Is this pretention?
Is this a cry?
I've fallen again
But I think I'll just stay here
I'm old, immigrant, no family beyond spouse, recent diagnosis, puts the pain of existence in perspective. I don't get along with humans. I will be banned or harrassed here, but until then...we'll see.