
Sitting,
I take in all of my
surroundings, intellectual
stimulating,
while the verse and song
pour forth
from every fiber of my being.
Anticipation
beckons me forward,
and I march to it’s tune,
displaying a solitary shield
and armor,
while the masses
jumbled up
with preoccupations,
tarry,
without ever giving
a single
glance, mention, or merry.
Nonetheless,
I realize,
it’s theirs to hold,
just as it is
mine
to behold,
the music
as it flows
from my heart
to their ears,
even when they
think they’ve missed
my years.
In response to the WDYS #84 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.