They are everywhere.
They make me feel important.
They want me to do things.
They tell me what I want.
They want me to be happy.
They give me advice.
They ask nothing in return.
They say that is best for me.
...BUT...
I don't want them here.
I don't want to feel important.
I don't want to do things.
I know what I want.
I am happy.
I can think.
I want to be alone.
I am young, not foolish!
Why can't they understand?
Or is it me who doesn't really understand?
Is it them, or is it just me?
Of Things I Am...
- The Solitary Dreamer
- I try persistently (to be open to new experiences, radical ideas and such), to see myself evolve. I wonder, I ponder, and afterall, I still leave things where I know I shouldn't! My life was summed up quite well by Kathleen Kelly in 'You've Got Mail', "Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life. Well, not small, but valuable. And sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? I don't really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void."
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