Not Knowing What Might Have Been Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Socializing, standing off, wanting, yet not wanting some-
one to talk with.

Conversations never carried out for very long, because
thoughts refuse to be opened up when not wanting to do it.

Rebelling against time-related questions, turning my back
on them, letting life stand on it's own as I travel alone
into another galaxy, beyond what we all know.

Intelligence lights up the sky, a person still so much a
child, shedding tears for what might have been.