Poetry from my mind place....

This post will be short and sweet. I've decided that I'll start posting poetry on here from my little black notebook.

~Voluntary Imprisonment~

Looking out from the display case,
people looking in,
I wonder, wander, waddle
through the recesses of humankind,
my own but more theirs,
writing stories about their
lives.

They see me
but what they really see
is a wandering pair
of interstellar eyes
searching desperately,
but knowing plainly,
that truly we
are both
lost.

Sometimes a passerby
will happen into my case.
Glimpsing out they see
as I see.
Yet even for but on
moment
they can't hope to know
true vision.
They leave, not obtusely,
but without knowing that
vision, hidden wisdom
some might say
that I experience
within.

So here I sit.
I watch people pass by
and silently I tumble
their realities about in
a grand jar.
They see me,
only seeing
what they want to see
and me,
silently sculpting
an immoreality.

Just a glimpse into the future poetic endeavors and decided to start now.