I Could Be There Poem by maya crisol

from my bed where i lay i see the skies
a picturesque of indigo and purple haze
i imagined myself out there..
out in the street waiting for a cab
i could be there..
walking right inside or past the mall
i could be there..
engaging in small talks sitting on a sidewalk
i could be there..
out there beside myself just passing thoughts
i could be there..
observing people and thinking out loud
i could be there..
watching the hustle and bustle like a movie
i could be there..
indulging in my private myriad of opinions
about people and how they go about
their enthusiasm which i could never grasp
so trivial, mundane, banal even yet so..amazing
yet i see myself right here still when
i could be there..
out there..
i could be there..but i lay here..
I wander...