Tuesday, January 08, 2013

The park bench

I wish you were sitting on that park bench
As I look out my window
Unaware as ever, you'd probably observe the passersby
While trying to make sense of a song and your life.

I wish you all the beauty and joy
I feel, looking at you
Unaware as ever, this is probably what you want to experience
But you, like anyone, can only aspire for such feeling.

The grass is greener, in this home of mine. 

 

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

Trying to make sense of life while feeling that the grass is greener at home. A few years back I would have called that paradoxical.
Only when you lose sense of a place called home does it sink home. Lovely one again. :)

soulasylum said...

Thank you :) You actually gave me a whole different perspective on what I wrote. Maybe a more subconscious piece of it. I'll try to elucidate in one of my upcoming posts :)

Anonymous said...

"One of my upcoming posts". There are a few then. :)
Looking forward to them. Glad to know am giving you stuff to write! :)

Leonidus the Great. said...

pretty fucking awesome

soulasylum said...

Thank you! : )

Anonymous said...

Nothing new up on the blog?

Anonymous said...

Well into the second half of the year, on behalf of all your ardent readers, I'll make an impassioned plea here.
Please write more. :)

soulasylum said...

Hi there, yes, still alive. Thank you for checking on me haha :) It's been so long since I found any inspiration to write. Will try to, soon (maybe later today! ;))