Punctuated Point

uneasy emotions...
riding the swells,
stationary
rising and falling.

sadness
for what might of been
or what was?
hard to distinguish
between the two.

so much has occurred
in little time passed.
the same
I feel...
yet hollowed
by experience.

hopeful,
yet empty...
with little to give,
and no one
to receive.

like a child,
dancing in the street.
not for money
but for the audience.

it's become harder...
to continue to dance
when no one is listening.

what's the point?