| "Detached" |
| Standing in the shadoy circle, Of a light pole in the dark, I stare at the opaque lighting, Of the glowing orb, so stark. I think of dreams unrealized, Of promises yet to break, Of my courageous indifference, For really no one's sake. I think of my oblivion, So lade back, so at ease, The concept of not caring, The opportunities I didn't seize. I think of how I measure, To standards, mostly mine, The dreadful fear inside of me, Of how I fall below the line. I'll go on standing in the light, So unattached and free, Considering what I could have done, Not what still could be. |