Every now and then I get to thinking about it
about how the world is ever changing
right outside the window
and yet I can sit in total silence not experiencing a single bit of it
How can that be?
It doesn’t seem fair
What am I doing to get out there?
Certainly, sitting here squandering time won’t do me any good
out there is where it’s all happening
unless I open a book and learn from the experiences of others
time between the pages of a book is never wasted
this I know
this I have come to appreciate
printed on the page in particular order
edited to one’s perception of perfection
is the world through the eyes of another
whether it be a fictional someone or true feelings
it’s all there waiting to be discovered
it’s always been waiting
it will always be waiting
Dan Leicht, a writer from Rochester NY, often writes poetry as well as fiction, which can be found on his author site. His poetry has previously been published with Canto Magazine and Work Literary Magazine.