I'm not hungry for a human connection
Despite being born to help others
And I'm content to perform the same
Until I pass on but it's always been
A one way street
Thus revealing this heart ain't in the cards
The reason is obvious
Why put myself on the edge
All the hopes, scars and warts to see
Only to be ridiculed?
Intimacy isn't for me...

Free to pursue a lifelong dream
Creating, manipulating characters
Feverishly typing inhaling cancerous air
In the background where it's just me
Don't despair, I haven't sold my soul
For a ticket upon wanderlust
But It would be gratifying
To finally succeed at what I enjoy
Instead of pleasing others
And bringing smiles to their faces
While I go through the paces
Struggling to find peace
Yet, my pursuit may be pointless
I may be destined just to achieve status quo
Whistle through a ho-hum existence
With a dog and a few cats in tow
...I don't know
Psychology 101 for the feeble minded
As I'm slowly drowning in self absorption
Perhaps it's not their fault after all.

P-Feb 8, 2009.