RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Listening to a Sousa march over the intercom at Fry's,
watching people go by me, keeping time with it's beat.

Contentment on their faces as they are energized by the
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Random thoughts act on their own,
pleasing no one but themselves,
causing havoc with imagination
and it's purpose.
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Moments gather, portraying life in it's total existence,
especially in the end.

Solemnly, some of them have thought of their demise
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Being a bystander, watching other's lives pass
by me, heading for their destinies.

Sun shining about outdoors, while I sit inside
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Horizons widening, allowing sensory perception to
accumulate and gather moments towards imagination.

Fields of apprehension twindle in comparison,
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What does no one else have that I do? Can it be figured out?

You're hopelessly lost, as thinking, you have no clue what to
deduce.
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Jumping, straining towards horizons of beyond,
while still collecting shells of disobedience
on this side of ocean's depths.
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Racing quickly to beats of a polka, soaring through the
fragrant atmosphere of rhetoric.
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Different cultures looking on, watching dancers dance to
unfamiliar music, a look of wonderment and loneliness
sitting on their faces.
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Likely aspects of interior lives sit idly by,
awaiting experiences of tantamount importance
to materialize in a haze of truth.
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