Indifferent

indifferent 
This is one thing where I am, and where, 
with anyone, sitting around 
always many friends. 
The words flowing from my lips shyly, 
silence of a philosophy, a discussion of 
often among resolved. 
I write so many words 
you stretch out, I'm the beginning of a fairy tale, 
or popular music. I can on the piano 
create a new melody, still shoulder 
the smallest part of the world. 
I was in the air of this world 
rotates on its axis, I'm that little 
hard babe in a stroller swirls 
under its own weight. The word out there, 
here, or I'm a hermit on a lonely spot.