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
