The world is my haystack,
And I am just a needle stuck in the hay.
Will anyone find me?
Is there anyone out there like me?
I don’t expect to have someone with the exact same traits/likes as me.
I do, however, expect us to get along and have deep meaningful lives.
Something beyond time and space.
Someone that gets me.
But then again, I guess complex is good too.
As so I am told I am complex.
I’m too hard to be figured out.
But has anyone tried to figure me out?
Has anyone tried to find the metaphoric needle of myself in this haystack world?
Complex is only complex when you don’t bother to speak or ask questions.
And I am just a needle stuck in the hay.
Will anyone find me?
Is there anyone out there like me?
I don’t expect to have someone with the exact same traits/likes as me.
I do, however, expect us to get along and have deep meaningful lives.
Something beyond time and space.
Someone that gets me.
But then again, I guess complex is good too.
As so I am told I am complex.
I’m too hard to be figured out.
But has anyone tried to figure me out?
Has anyone tried to find the metaphoric needle of myself in this haystack world?
Complex is only complex when you don’t bother to speak or ask questions.
Written by ©Diana Jillian 3/15/14
Poem, Prose, No Rhyme,
