I’m always on the outside looking in…
I’m the smudge,the nose print on the window.
Never invited, never a part,
I’m always in shadow,
on the fringes.
Wandering unnoticed in the night
gazing the lamp lit rooms.
Studying your smile,
your gesture,
practicing…
So if I ever get in
I’ll know what to do.
I’m always on the outside looking in,
searching for the key
so I can stay
What am I lacking?
What keeps me separate?
Sometimes a lost stranger pauses,
and I am drawn like a moth eager for the flame,
but it’s only for a moment,
they never stay.
I’m the lone performer on a stage
that’s not been built.
I play all the roles
and none of them are real.
How do you
get to the inside of things?
©jayetomas2013
