Sometimes I sit alone
Watching the world float by.
It is noisy and fast, it always spins
It’s tethered and wild.
Even as I sit at home
At the point I could cry.
Neither the world or I wins
I am told my autism is “mild.”
But, if you were inside my mind
Would you understand me at all?
Or would you go crazy,
And make it your own hell.
If the world could just be kind.
I wouldn’t into darkness crawl,
Inside my brain a cavernous maze,
I am still a person inside this shell.
Just my musing for the day. Quick little ditty I wrote. Hope you enjoy it.