I sometimes wonder why we do what we do. <br /> <br />What makes me any better or worse than <br />the next one <br />or the one before. <br /> <br />Some love all of their lives <br />while others <br />reflect on what it means <br />to love, <br /> <br />still others never love at all. <br /> <br />I once knew <br />I now know, <br />I'll never know. <br /> <br />So move in and out <br />weekend <br />by weekend <br />staring at the lights <br />as they dance around me <br /> <br />calling to bartenders <br />smiles and more, <br />heathens for more, <br /> <br />Yet <br />I can never fully dance <br />too lost in my own thoughts.<br /><br />David DeSantis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sunday-morning-22/
