Inhabitant

Boss
the echelons of human society puzzle me
there are despicable beings created within me that long to belong to the right circles
there are pitiful creatures of jealousy withering me from inside at the ease of others
there are criminals and demented people
there are whores and animals
yet i feel strangely drawn

i am lost
sure, you know my physical location
but
there are strange distortions in space and time that take place in your own reality
this must be a strange part of being human
to contemplate
being stuck between two worlds
being a ship stuck on top of rocks
solid in the midst of a storm

stick to what you know
and go after what you want
is the best advice i can come up with for myself

and what i want has no weight
what i want really shouldnt concern
this sidelined niche of society
yet i long secretively
self loathingly sometimes
although not too self loathingly.

if the sun is where we all fly to
then the rainbow you take to get there
does not really matter

there is something to be seen outside of every window

be it from inside a bus, merc or train