Big world, a small world, a long way from home

They're there, I'm here, why did we have to part?

I sit writing poem after poem

While trying to generate a new start

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I am trying to feel out the way

I'm tripping and stumbling, don't you see?

When I wake, it is just another day

Full of wonderment of who I should be

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I am so far away for far too long

From those who made me feel like I fit

Here I feel weak, like I don't belong

I'm in a plane, sitting in the cockpit

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Almost done, I sit in my masquerade

No place for the misplaced, I'm so afraid