My Own Little Private World

Sitting

waiting

music playing

the peace within is extraordinary

alone in a crowded waiting room

isolated as I enter my own little private world

people are in too much of a rush today

way too much

slowing down brings so much joy

lets my mind wander

I sit

relax

and travel

to places that have to be recorded in some way

but how do I paint all that I see

I haven't the words to describe

the places that have been shrouded

by a veil created through

today's rat race

there has always been a mist

blocking me from seeing reality

or was I just hoping that reality

was something else altogether

if I'm not given the words

how can I share these wonders

my inner most self has been attacked

by my own lack of belief in myself

my peace has become threatened

I feel the crowd

it seems as they are closing in around me

they demand that which I cannot deliver

how is it that I must continue to sit and wait

even the music has abandoned me

why must I be required to return

from my own little private world