I want to sit with someone who sees me;
Someone who watches where I go.
Over food, (the great mediator) I want to ask,
what person am I? When I come in,
what do you see?
Am I a person of light,
casting out the doubts of life?
Or am I dark, swallowing people in my path?
Is my aura dark grey, mysterious, strange?
Or is it rainbow, purple, or blue?
Do I make a difference to others?
Am I a blink in time? Am I a bang?
What should I do to be significant,
to be seen?
Am I invisible, walking through life-
shadow walking in and out of fate?
Do I want to be seen, to be noticed?
Or do I want quiet existence?
I like to think I make a difference.
That my difference is clear-
that I am unique.
I like to say I make a change, that we all make a change.
But sometimes I see no ripples
from the stones I throw.
The difference could be so big that I cannot see it.
It could be so small my senses fail.
That’s why someone else can say,
“You make a difference. You matter.
You are significant.”
The perspective only an outsider knows
on the meaning of my life.