unimportant.

as i sit here,
lounging on a bench,
unimportant,
as ive always been.

i seem to wonder,
and see,
all the different beauties,
around me.

the way a group of people look,
as they hurry to work,
or a simple sidewalk,
lined by lampposts.

i wonder,
how insignificant,
i seem to be,
sitting here,
on this bench.

i could be doing wonders,
helping the world,
finding the perfect place,
that would benefit more,
than just me.

i could be anything i want,
some things already ruled out,
by the actions behind me,
and some things i look forward to.

somethings i wished to,
have happened differently,
but regrets shall not rule,
my life.

i shall look forward,
to the way i can be,
and the way i will be,
and the ways i refuse not to be.