I, Alone

I, Alone

 

Hold perceptions

Unlike anyone

Out of 7 billion plus

Think there’d be some

Explaining might be

Cumbersome

 

Always know

Could be wrong

So keep silent

And go along

Past expressions

Didn’t belong

 

My ego thinks

I’m well rounded

Is oft amazed

And astounded

That others suggest

I’m confounded

 

It is my

Affliction

Or perhaps

An addiction

To see the

Contradiction

 

And see things

Not as they are

Close up,  so near

When they are,  so far

Like the mirrors

On the side of a car

 

A skewed look

Is what I see

Others see

The tragedy

I see

The comedy

 

Of course, it is

Kind of funny

We’re not here

For the money

Yet, that’s the search

Not, for the lovely

 

I’m amazed by

The distraction

Caused mostly

By inaction

Save the

Pavlovian reaction

 

Some ideas

Seem very clear

Yet, nary to

Another’s ear

By simply expressing

Oh shit!, Angelo is here