unplugged?

i am plugged in all day at work
then come home and plug back in again
but there's sun
and there's land
and there's, oh, so many wonders
in this wonderful
so-wonderful
little world.

but it's big
and it's grand
and it's oh, so many many things
to so many many many people
and i don't know which one i am
standing here, in this crowd
and i've lost myself in otherness
it's this otherness
that i fear.

but perhaps the fear of outside things
is with inside things,
holding hands.
grips so strong,
there's no way to break
no, no way to break
them apart

what would happen,
who'd i be
if i dared to stop obsessing
over what if's, maybe's, possible's
turned away, rescued me