You Don’t Belong Here

I see you in the rear view mirror,
Lighting up again, the fog has cleared
It says objects are closer than they appear
Yet you feel further than ever from me.

The wind howls against your cheek
Lacing your tender aura more or less oblique
But who’s to say if you ever stayed,
Fought too hard to be thrown away.

Working hard day after day
No time to hear the bells as they played
Their soft melancholy tune
All in vain; a cocoon of white noise.

You don’t belong here,
So why haven’t you left,
You’re here for a reason;
Here for the prize.

So why haven’t you left,
You’re here for the prize;
Open your eyes.
And don’t believe what they tell you,
There is no prize,
There’s only lies and white noise.



About humblefoot

Kyle Fisher (who often uses the alias Logan Rowley online and in his writing) has been enjoying writing since he was just 8 years old. His first formal publication was at the age of 13. He is now a spiritualist and openly queer author, perpetually searching for inspiration to create and learn more about the world around him. He is always drawn to the simplicity and uniqueness that life has to offer. He doesn’t identify with labels or socially constructed ideas about how the world should be. He believes that the world is your oyster, and that we all project our own destinies with the thoughts we choose to harbour about the universe. He is an idealistic, spiritualistic hippie who is just trying to find his place in this world, crafting each word to leave his mark, and promote love and equality among all people.
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