There was a lot to eat at the banquet,

And I didn’t know where to start.

Everyone else seemed to be enjoying it,

But I didn’t have the heart to eat,

And I didn’t have the heart

To tell the master of the banquet 

That the food looked plastic to me,

And that all the conversation 

Seemed unworthy of skating rink teens,

Much less adults.

But who am i to ruin fun?

If so many others feel complete 

Here in this environment,

I let them be without a word,

And leave them to find their own peace.

For the shallow splashes have a beauty,

They have a certain attractiveness,

But the mysterious deep calls me,

And I must go and overwhelm myself 

With things the deep dark ocean knows

And holds for those who are brave enough 

To be alone sometimes, and torn off the tv.

-jenn