If no one feels like they belong

and everyone relates to being an outcast –

who truly belongs here

who can really take hold fast?

 

Are we all merely strangers

acting like we honestly and truly do fit in.

Hoping no one discovers

or exposes our awkward sin.

 

If no one really belongs

what are we trying desperately to be part of?

Some ideal that doesn’t actually exist?

Some fake notion labeled as love?

 

No, no one belongs to that lofty place.

Yet everyone else seems to be at home there.

The elusive place made up in dreams

seemingly in the clouds and air.

© 2019 ck’s days