It’s like standing just outside a crowd
Not knowing how to join in
Though I’ve found a way before
It’s overhearing the daily banter
With voices no longer being familiar anymore
And sidestepping routine paths
Because I no longer want to be seen
It’s when everything seems like a distraction
Though my soundtrack plays loudly in my head
I try to keep busy so doubt stays away
People respecting my personal space way too much
The group becomes a clique
As if a life sentence
And I wonder as the years pass slow-not-quick
If a restart elsewhere would make any sense
It may be nothing and pass with time
But I’ve felt this before
And once again
I am unsure of my next move
