Why do you stand on the outside?
Alone, just looking in?
Why don’t you take the first step,
And put yourself within?
Everyone waits as though time is still.
They wait, it seems, forever,
And guess you never will.
Reach your hand from within your shell.
Touch the ones who love you well.
But think! Do you wish to join
Their shouts, their laughs, their tears?
Perhaps this fork will lead you on,
And cost you precious years.
“Is it not better,” You say,
“To keep myself aloof?
Then I won’t commit myself
In case this Play is just a spoof.”