The Isolated Ones

isolated

from isolation

what'd they used to call it?

lonely in a crowded room

but the room is truly empty now

you're just somewhere else

with everyone else

 

people sit inside their caves

in body,

while mind 

 

is completely elsewhere 

out there

 

dreams existed in quiet space

within bodies,

within minds

 

to take people elsewhere

out there

 

upward to higher plains

of their potential

upward to someday where

they would be

but there's no room, anymore

for dreams in an empty house

where you're just somewhere else

with everyone else

 

elsewhere

out there

 

i remember when i had the last dream of mine

though I don't remember now what it was

it was the night before i bought this thing by my bed

that i take with me every hour since, everywhere

that keeps me occupied with gimmicks, noise, and distance 

with untouchable, unaffectable things

and cools my anticipation, motivation,

and achievement

keeps me infinitely out of reach, most times

 

and though a few people try to reach me face to face

 

in body,

in mind

 

i'm completely elsewhere,

out there

 

and i'm oblivious to what i've lost

as they start to turn away

as i was oblivious the very first day

my dreams became lonely

in a crowded room with me...

 

isolated

from isolation

what'd they used to call it?

lonely in a crowded room

but the room is truly empty now

you're just somewhere else

with everyone else

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

*I should note that inspiration for this write was aquired through the reading of Stephen's "Through Open Blinds".

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Excellent write.

Stephen

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Thank you. 

Thank you.