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