Nephram Cyclas Poem by Keith Michael

the bees dance and buzz overhead, flowers and trees singing in the streets, the fire hydrants shooting water high into the air, a site to see, and yet, i sit here at this table, with my head in my hand, and wonder if I'm the devil, because i just cannot find enjoyment in any of this. the sun knocking on the window trying to get in and brighten my day, the waves coming up and through the cracks of the door, wetting my feet to give me the sense of the beach, . i want none of it, i want to be me and sit here with this drink and hand and watch everyone else enjoy themselves. what they don't know is my time past and I've had my fun, and i get my smiles and the joy in my heart from watching others live.