I, I don't know what I came for, but, what did you come for?
That is the question that beckons.
For, here I am, and here I stand.
But you? What do you do? Do you, too, stand?
Well, that was my plan. Do you sit?
Well, I'm sure that fits...but that is, what it is,
my opposite, for it is quite contradictory to me.
So, what was your plan today? To come here and stay?
To play the social game?
Or, will you be the rock with all the mildew?
He who just simply enjoys the social milieu?
Surely, I do feel for you for I, too, was a fool.
I have a question for you, to whose stand-ard do you live up to?
If it is albeit yourself, anyone else but you, then, surely, you are just a tool.
simply being used, abused –Aloof, and misconstrued, OR;
or, apart of it all, and if so, let it be spoke.
You've already built up your wall. The world will whirl,
and never know of your gold; because you settled for stones, and sold your soul.
What? What's that? You only want money? Ha, I find that all too funny.
We can all have that, anyone of us, as a matter of fact.
But, you sold the one thing no one else could ever contract,
the one thing you had of value.
Now feel me, me and my milieu;
I feel sad and abysmal for you, because you will never know the truth.
You will never know love unconditional.
For the day you opted for the material, you settled.
You were conditioned to ask,
to ask permission for any love you are ever permitted.
Then, now, and forever you will be caught in costly endeavors.
Tremble coward...for this path is horrid, and terrid.
I am embarrassed, embarrassed for you.
Go, find someone to petition,
to offer their rendition of their love condition.
Go, find anyone who will give in.
Go, find everyone, everyone but yourself...

...who will never be there amid.