On the porch, I sit alone,
Wind whispers, through hair it's flown.
Ducks dance in the pond so fair,
Yet, I'm lost in a world of despair.

Life spins around, but I stand still,
Mere spectator, against my will.
In the motions, I navigate,
Yet, in waiting, I contemplate.

Dreams weave a hopeful thread,
Yearning for the day you tread.
Nothing matters, not a plea,
Can't...