It’s easy to be part of the party,
to match the mood, the tempo, the time,
and let the world swallow you up.

But I am a solitary soul,
and I feel like I don’t fit in,
for though I am kith,
I’m no one’s kin.

The crowd’s no consolation to me,
because a love that demands everything
deserves nothing.

I am my moods,
my tempo and temperament,
perfect in their imperfection,
even when they cannot keep time.

So I take another step
down my pariah path,
unsure where I’m going,
unsure when I’ll get there,
and willing to walk alone
if I must.

If you like my work, please consider supporting me through Patreon where you can get early access to posts, exclusive content, and more.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s