Tumbleweed

By Kali Ali

As the moon and stars swirled around me overhead, 

I was overcome by a sense of a cloudy-sky feeling

There weren't many stars in the sky, which caused the woods to feel like a ship at sea

I always preferred to be a lone wolf 

Staring at the dark twinkling moon tempted to howl

I never really understood people who fight to be gregarious

When I'm alone I get a drifty-tumbleweed feeling

But I think I understand people who try to be popular

I imagine they’re tired of the being alone 

With no sense of direction

They appeal for attention; relation, connections, and a bond

While others (like me) would like the opposite

Don't get me wrong I don't hate the company 

I just don't need it all the time

I would love to be a tumbleweed 

Letting the wind take me wherever

Not having a sense of direction or a care in the world