A watcher with eyes shut tight
a writer with no pen in sight
a lover with no heart to share
a traveller who evades the world out there
a mass of contradiction, amidst the confusion
of a river, with no water, just illusion
A teacher with no lessons to give out loud
a social freak who hates the crowd
the claustrophobic agoraphobic, a drink with no thirst
never dips his toes, dives head first
drives you mad, this crazed anti social party lad
just a ball of confusion, a meltdown with no fusion
an ocean with no waves, an outsider in seclusion
Scared to death, of his fearless nature
loves the heights but wants to see them from the ground where its safer
the silent singer, the wordsmith with no words to write
scared of the dark but loves the night
the introverted extrovert, hides in the glare of bright light
an expert in the art of nothing at all
except the hurt of a silent fall
Thanks for reading.
Peace & Love.
Kyle.
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