It's funny how humans can wrap their mind
around things and fit them into their version of reality.
~Rick
Riordan
I don't know if I'd fit right in
there's this spot that's missing
I look out to see, people hanging
out in their cliques
talking in codes, walking in a
pattern round and round
they keep on doing that, and I feel like
I'm just an alien, peeking in
form outside
trying to make out the contours,
on a recon mission
checking whether I'd fit right in
we exist, all together on same
plane
but, there's this rift that
separates us
I keep going back to thinking
"what's missing"
I guess we'll never know
in the midst of webs of
complexity from
which human mind is made
it's like you take a shovel to
dig deep
but how deep is the fact that's missing
That conscious thought of
enormous void
you feel, you tried hard to fill
so many times with so many tools
from where it came and how far it
goes
you seem them busy in their work
while you are lost in your own
and before you can realize eons
are gone
Rift is still there
and I guess it'll always be
it's better if you fit right in
and it'll do fine if you don't
as people are those jigsaw puzzles
where some pieces are always
missing
