Other Poem by Daniel Y.

we all feel like the outsider. the only one.
the last of their kind.
the first of their kind.
so individual, we cannot find one another.
we search for that innate drive of humanity,
the metaphor.
and many of us are unsatisfied.
and so many of us stop searching after a while,
though we never stop looking.
we gaze outside our office windows
and inside our rectangular screens,
hoping that if we stay in one place it will come to us.
And then when it encounters us, finally,
after it has traveled far and wide,
we are no longer what it's looking for,
we reject it as a another common story.
What is not easily related to myself,
becomes easily rejected by myself.
I must reinvent myself to relate,
to revive myself