Cynicism: From a Certain Point of View

Sometimes I feel
I dwell in the inside
Of the outside,
And the outside
Of the inside;

Perhaps it happened by accident,
Or was conditioned
And then became a habit,
Either way the mind resists
Any attempt to pull it anywhere else,
Refuses all invitations
To join in;

From here is a certain view
From there is a certain view,
No one else can take this view
Nor can I take that one,
Or so the mind thinks,

And there’s a sadness
From such a perspective too,
Coming from either direction,
For then we’re all alone, you see,
In our little boats
Upon the sea,

And yet, all together,
Floating home,
Or to whatever version
We think we see,

All the different versions
May be freedom,
Or may not,
Depending on the spot,
Or may seem to be free or not,
Depending on our standpoint,
Regardless of the land-point,
If there is one!