The Shallow End

Sometimes I feel like I'm wading in the shallow end of a pool. I know there so much more out there, just patiently waiting for me to dive in. I had revelled in the shallow end, I had loved every bit of it. Then, in a moments breadth everything changed. I felt abruptly alone. Suddenly I seemed to enjoy things no one else did, I laughed at things no one else thought was funny, I thought that all the important things my friends talked about were trivial and no one really cared bout anything i thought was earth-shaking. I felt that I was on an entirely different wavelength. I started watching the stars and playin ball in the middle of the night, for no other reason than to be by myself and... ponder? I was blissfully self-adsorbed and sure that the world was a wonderfully gloomy place. It was... easier then, brooding was fun, that way I could just blame everything and everyone else for how lousy I felt. ;) Talk about hormones. Well I had my fun playing a tortured soul for quite a bit, then I decided hey, my life aint all that bad, why the @#$% am I acting as if for me the sun doesn't shine? It creeps up on me sometimes. Can't help it. Just another weird eccentricity, idiosyncratic and synonymous with yours truly. But hey, I'm in the shallow end. All I have to do is to be bold enough to take a breath and plunge into the watery depths. I know somewhere out there I'll find what I'm meant to do, who I'm meant to be. Everyone searches for their purpose. ;) I'm just a common soul, with illusions of being unique.

With hope I watch, With hope I plead, Be there a place, For dreamers feet. ;)