Do I care? Should I care?

So much to carry, and nowhere to go.
I have all the time in the world,
but limited energy.

All I need is a place to rest.
My feet and shoulders hurt
from lugging all the load,
from all the aimless walking.

And a seat is what I see,
right smack in the middle.

A fine seat for a nice piano,
a grand one, in fact.

But nobody is playing.
I don't see any.

Nothing wrong with taking the seat
for a bit, just a tiny bit?

I will leave if someone wants to play,
promise.

Do I care about the stares and looks?
I do, I think.

But let me do some reading
and distract my mind.

Come join us at CCC in A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words.