Guarded

Within the borders of my comfort zone,

I was watching people's love to float.

Between all the turmoil they enjoy,

I enjoyed my guarded space and wrote.

With the backing of my safety crowd,

I was seeing others' distinct features.

Listening, watching, and just being.

Or is it

listening, watching, and repeating?

And it is listening, watching, and real being.

It is me, just me, each time speaking.