I Don't Fit In

I Don’t Fit In

I often wonder what’s wrong with me;
I’m uncomfortable in my own skin;
my mind conceives what eyes can’t see;
it’s clear, that I just don’t fit in.

I compare today with thoughts as a child;
for answers, I seek out the sages;
appearances, and reality; must be reconciled;
the book of life has missing pages.

I aspire to be a friend; to love one and all;
tho my confidence is covered with doubt;
my thought’s are as rain; more like a squall;
puzzling what this reality is about.

If I were a shoe; I’d be the wrong size;
no matter; who tried me on;
if I were a shirt; I’d likely apprise;
my sleeves were far too long.

I’m filled with envy, of other’s personality;
I’d love to put myself in their place;
instead; my thoughts are focused on reality;
and, thoughts are just mindless space.

Why must I care what the future may be;
that future is out of my hands;
reality is an imminent, evolving mystery;
everything; part of the Master’s plans.

I feel as though I’m life’s missing link;
the energy of love; I imbue;
with others, around me; I’m not in sync;
to love is all I can do.

Monty   9/24/23.    # 1,802