Where the spirit soars

Sitting quietly in corner of a room
I seen like a boring person
People come, people go
All look at me with the same stare.
Oh,look at her!
Wasting her time doing nothing
What a boring person! Some say
You should have been active and outgoing! Say others.
Listening patiently to everyone
I give them all a wry smile
And continue sitting quietly in corner
Opening up to only those I believe
Shutting myself to the rest
I keep a lookout for,
The one to set me free
From this human prison I find myself in
I find myself day after day
Watching the horizon for the one to appear.
I think I see the one get up from my corner
Only to find the one receding from me!
For the fly to come near
I patiently wait in the corner
For the one to come near me
With my energy snapped away
Where the spirit soars
And the heart finds a home.

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