Melody of life

Here I am, standing in a crowded room,

Hearing conversations and laughter in full bloom.

Yet I’m not a flower; I don’t know how to behave,

But I want to; it’s the one thing I crave.

I stand alone, an outsider in the night,

Yearning for a taste of life’s warm embrace,

Yet uncertain of the steps, the dance, the pace.

I listen to their stories, wondering how the sweet life must be.

In the morning’s light, a smile’s gentle grace; in the evening’s shimmer, a laugh on a face,

How it may be to feel content and free.

I wonder, will these dreams come true,

Or forever be illusions, fading before my view?

In this realm of shadows, where stories are untold,

Will I always be the listener of life’s melody,

Or may I play my own part someday?