You drift along

Unlike the goat 
To whom a beautiful piece 
Of classical music 
Is just another bleat, 
You see the smiles
The laughter, the winks
The awkward naughty stares
And that mocking tone 
That punctuates the laughter. 

You hear the sound of your name 
And that conspiratorial note
Just before a meeting's called; 
You hear the debate
And sense the heat go notches higher. 
But just like a lost island 
In the midst of the vast ocean, 
Just like the lone moon
In the midst of a host of constellation

You stand out

You can't lash out  

You drift along! 

Author's Note

Ever been in a similar situation?

Reviews

[Sugar Plum ♥]

Its familiar feeling to me, as this happens when you really need to be alone with your thoughts, alone with your soul and no one else could see you inside the place or room or space...in thos case, you would better "drift along"...I like it
~nia~

[Jack Isaac]

Sure, the more one stands out, the more they must go with the flow. Especially in meetings... it was once said the squeaky wheel gets the grease, yet by today's standards it's more cost effective to replace the wheel. So true then, nobody wants to stand out. It's good that you metioned the moon becasue that's a valuable asset that can't be replaced. Hope therefore is to shine like the moon. And this poem of yours does shine. Thanks.