Butterfly
Or falling leaf,
Which ought I to imitate
In my dancing?

And if she were to admit
The world weaved by her feet
Is leafless, is incomplete?
And if she abandoned it,
Broke the pivoted dace,
Set loose the audience?
Then would the moon go raving,
The moon, the anchorless
Moon go swerving
Down at the earth for a catastrophic kiss.

It doesn't matter that people don't understand; everyone lives in their own separate world, untouched by those around them until they collide, throwing each other out of orbit, disrupting the life that each is living.
There are two options, either this new course is better than the original or it's worse, there is no in between. And if it's better, then the planet continues it's orbit and life flourishes. And if it's worse, then life diminishes and the planet spends endless energy and time struggling to go back to where it started, looking back always on how things used to be, never thinking to make the future better, different.
I want to live alone in my little world, far off in another universe where I am not touched by the rays of the sun they revolve around, where I am not noticed by the planets that would revolve around me given the chance, where I can live my life orbiting a moon.

Home Is So Sad

People change themselves to fit the way others see them and instead of changing back, they fully become that new person, even after the influence has disappeared. They wither in this new form because they have no life to sustain them, they are ‘bereft of anyone to please’ but they cannot change back, what once had such promise is nothing but an empty shell, ‘a joyous shot at how things ought to be, long fallen wide’. They appear the same from the outside, but that original love has ripped out what was inside and replaced it with something else, something pathetic.