i don't need people like that;
where i wait around for
because they're unsure
of me.
where a facade is in place,
a mask, as one in quarantine.
i'm no disease that's waiting to be caught,
because i already exist
within the world of moving thoughts;
because i've been residing here
where you've probably already forgot...
since we all move on
in a carousel
that's coming close to a stop.