(For those who think they know me . . . you should watch your step!)
I
am artistically centered-
In
a thick-layered circle,
An
individual, creative point-
In
the center of a perfect rind.
My
thoughts are rebellious,
And
they know not discipline-
I
enjoy cafes-
For
I sharpen my wit-
From
the chit-chat of friends,
As
words fall from their lips,
Unheeded
by them.
Not
suspecting,
That
my ears are listening . . .
To
them I am an-
Innocent
lie,
A
person who gives them a-
Laugh,
in these troubled times.
To
my peers, I am a-
Voracious
writer,
Or
someone who talks on a whim.
I
cannot seem to find-
My
inner nucleus-
It
seems to be hidden somewhere-
Down
in the center
But,
I know that I will,
Be
able to find it,
Through
a mystical eye . . .
Because
I am constantly seeking for adventure,
And
I know, that what I love most-
Is
found in a riddle,
Or
in a love for the odd,
the
abnormal . . . the existential . . .
For
really-
Who
wishes to be normal?
There
is nothing of normalcy in life,
That
is worth seeking out-
Unless
you are a hat.
I
am the midst of a circle,
And
life revolves around my nucleus-
Which
dances with energy-
And
with a zeal for fancy.
So-
who am I?
Well
. . .
That
is a mystery for another time.
But,
just see if you can find me out-
The
next time you order a tea . . .
And
just note-
Your
words are not unheeded,
So
be careful what you say!
Lest
you should find your words-
In
a poem such as this one,
Strung
up in a Facebook posting.
