Amid the thoughts of what’s normality.
While its seems to been lost with yesterday.
Cause I’m unable to grasp its true meaning.
Standing so open, inept to consume it properly.
Drowning in all of life endless signalling overflow.
Wondering when it’s going to be consentient just a bit.
Feeling left out and watching from the side lines.
Wary of compliments, there true, yet are they for me?
Fearful where the next criticism will be coming from.
All in all looking forever from inside in as the outsider
Theory of the social dance is familiar, yet how is it done?
How to change the roller-coaster to a simple steam train.
©Gouwerijn
(Out of the oldbox of poems)
Gouwerijn's Foëzie 