Musings of an Idiot

I hear the laughter
but it doesn't speak to me.
I see the night fall,
it doesn't care for me.
I feel the sorrow
from pages in front of me.

the times of reflection
just seem to be

I hear the music
and it tears right through me.
I see the past
as it screams in front of me.
I feel the anguish
in a place hard to reach.

The time of reflection
just seems to be.

A hand over heart,
I feel the hope and pain.
A million wishes
some anguished and some fulfilled,
just still the same.

A time for reflection
just has to be.