detachment.

boots sink through the thick, inviting canvas
soles are placed beneath, on the
cold, brittle ground
eyes follow every stride
as soon as footstep appears
an indentation on hidden pavement
it fades away
it was never there
nor was i.

i stand, still, across the road,
watching my troubled soul
shuffle slowly through the debris
occasionally, my gaze will lift,
pause in reflection
stare quietly at the subtle beauty
surrounding my insignificance
how wonderful the world is
and yet, it takes so much effort
so many choices
so many moments
to be a part of it.
in an instant, it fades away
it was never there
and nor was i.