Is a well meaning gesture
A smile etched across lips?
Totally surrounded, yet separate
Standing hands upon hips
Neither broken, nor whole
As I wander unseen
Without thought, without direction
A confined quarantine
Day to day living
Weightless in its appeal
Not a slight indentation
Nothing left to reveal
Dreams far more engaging
Show futility in routine
Such meaningless chitchat
Forges a reality unseen
The depth that I seek
Once expectation is removed
Reveals the script of my life
Nothing needs to be improved
So I turn and look back
And take ownership of me
Releasing all that’s not mine
I become who I should be
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