My Own Song of Myself

My Own Song of Myself

11/28/12

I sing a song, a song of myself

A song that few shall ever hear.

As I sing I sit and stare

And watch solemn specter’s dance near.

The specter’s seldom stop and watch and look

To see what round them stands.

Instead they swiftly stalk away

And in their pockets stuff their hands.

But in such moments they sadly miss

What around them still occurs,

They miss the things that matter most,

Parts of life’s undeniable quirks.

They miss the sky, so blue, so calm

They don’t see the coming storm.

A squirrel that scampers ‘cross their path

Is a thing they often scorn.

But in this they miss his fluffy tail,

The curiosity on his face,

They often miss his spectacular fur

And a squirrel’s own stylish grace.

When stopping to see the sun shine bright

And the flower’s colors that I hold so dear,

I often have time to contemplate

All of life’s irrational fears.

An oh so important test begins to seem

Not such a bad thing,

Grades so commonly become escalated,

Until all else in life becomes extinct.

Society ceases to matter when

All one worries about is their grades,

But one must come to understand

That there is no need to be afraid.

Of course grades are important

But they shouldn’t become ones whole life,

Everyone needs time to stop and see

And move past life’s little strife’s.

My favorite thing that calms me down

Is to sit outside and see

What transpires between people

And how they react to me.

I find it sad, when I watch

And find people no longer care

About what really matters,

What is already right there.

People miss the birds in flight,

The sun dancing on the window panes,

They miss the silent songs the wind sings,

They miss the flowers natural paint,

They miss the green grass underfoot,

And the bugs that scatter across the ground,

They miss the tiny things in life

That happen all around.

Every time I stop and stare

And look at what happens around me,

I hope that one day I may finally find

Another who may truly see.