OUTKAST

Standing alone under an evening sky watching the world spin around me. I see the faces of lost souls dancing in the winds of change and pouring through the sands of time.
No one sees me standing there. Turning away when I don’t dance to the beat or march to the drums of a thousand fools. They pretend I’m not there whispering about me as if I couldn’t hear, just a piece of broken furniture, a part of the scenery simply waiting to be thrown away.
But there I stand all alone to tomorrow quietly challenging the song around me by refusing to sing along. Instead watching as empty hearts walk along looking past the invisible child, just standing there waiting for the rain. And it’s there I’ll stand in a thousand years long after the dance has carried the fools away even after my body has given in to the grip of time, my place will remain unchanged. For I am the outcast the one who refused the dance of a thousand fools forced to suffer the wind and the rain and stand transparent to the world around me. But the only one to remain when the music stops and time marches on grinding the dancers into dust and scattering their memory to the winds of change. Though I’m left to an empty world you’ll never see sorrow in my eyes. I’ll raise my glass with the other invisible souls as we watch the last grains in hourglass of time trickle through to the bottom winding down the universe, letting us know our work is done and that the ageless can now age no more.