Think about it much, think about it few,
this is what I'm meant to do.
Looking out upon the scene,
man and woman, kind and mean,
dumb and smart, mind and heart,
guts and soul, all revealed as they pass by
my mind's or actual eye.


What a real world lies out there,
baring its sometimes ugly, sometimes pretty,
sometimes petty sides in its paltry offerings,
constantly complaining 'bout its sufferings,
sometimes shooting for the moon
in some nonsensical hard-rock tune.


I here stand by, just observing, no demanding,
only wanting satisfaction
brought from out of some attraction
waiting, wanting out there.