Am I?

I sat and watched
As they came and went
And intermissions of me
Because I'm always
A safe-haven
I'm permanent
Too permanent
And its painful.
I need something permanent
My life never really had much stability
  -even though the old man tries
   but he cant be everybody

Lets save that story for another rainy day shall we.

It a repetition every time
And every time the intermissions breaks
I say the mantra
"I will learn to walk"
Away that is.

But I'm needed.
Am I not?
Am I?

And the storm begins in my head
Trying to find the answer
To one question

Am I?

Yet the Cycle remains the same.