Looking out looking in

I'm not sure who I am, who I'm meant to be. things I see through my eyes, are they what I'm meant to see? Sitting on a park bench, watch the world go by. Looking out at others, while searching deep inside. I'm not sure why I'm here, why I've not moved on. My head keeps spinning circles, from dusk until the dawn. The world's stage we dance upon,, each playing out our part. Performing our own tune, with a story in our heart. Sitting on a park bench, watch the world go by. Looking out at others, while searching deep inside. I'm not sure why... I'm sure there is an answer. The world's a stage... in which we are dancers. Performing our tune... like players, we're preaching. I'm just looking out... looking in... I'm just looking out... looking in...... Andy.B 07.08.2026