Separate from the rest that step in time.
Muscle memory dictates their lives, but not mine.
I wish I could march in the rhythmic parade,
Wave in the cover of daisy chained lanes,
Safe in the knowing life will always be the same.
But my timing is off, my feet fall flat.
I mimic the dress but our hats do not match.
I can only watch from a distance,
Practice my insistence that I am happy as I am.
That I am happy not in time.
That I am happy where I lie.