laugh, look, cry, think

do i cast myself, until i get the part?
do i think my feelings out, until they aren't?
your experience, is never quite like mine
you're always somehow able to feel; and then you fly

why doesn't life feel like, more than just one thing.
you laugh, i look. you cry, i think.
i wish i had your joy. i'd even take your pain.
the sensory that greets your every day.