Melancholy

Is it me? Is it real? The feelings that I feel… never seem to match the world around me. What if I’m lost in time, wrapped up in some sublime cosmic poet’s next attempt at melancholy? I don’t ever feel at home, most times would rather be alone. I’m broken, yeah I know cuz I don’t change things. Maybe I’m just out of place, running long in the wrong race, or maybe I’m no good at understanding. But what if the way I feel though I’m told, “it isn’t real”, is tied to something more than what we see? What if the lives we live and the efforts that we give are based upon a script that’s cockamamie? Then who’s right and who is wrong? Guess I’ll simply play along and do the best I can with how I feel. And I guess we’ll wait and see how this all turns out to be, when we finally learn… just what is real.