Detached

Wonder what is seen

By people when they view me

Would love to know sometimes

Am intrigued, see

What is it that draws them in

Or pushes them away

Is it simply all the things 

I do and words I say?

Or am I missing a big slice

Of the cake that's three?

Do I have an air or tone

On which they can't agree?

Wish I could detach

Take a break from myself

Dust me off, lift me clear 

From my internal shelf

Float up, up and away

And spin myself around

Stop and turn and take a look

Find my common ground

Understand where I come from

Why some are so attached

And others, seemingly

Are always so detached

May be it's a good thing

That I know there is no chance

I cannot depart myself

Deliver a long hard glance

May be I'd not like

The person looking back

Be sad, or disappointed

I'll not cut myself some slack

Realised that I've not become

All I wanted to be

And will never ever know

Whether it's good to be ordinary

Glad I didn't detach

Take a break from myself

I like gathered dust

On my internal shelf

Could have floated up and away

And never come back down

Left all those I love behind

Stranded on the ground

Don't understand where I come from

But I like being attached

And from those I love and care for

Never want to feel detached