What Was the Question?

I often think in metaphor

Which is difficult to translate into semaphore

Signals and visuals and waving hands

Awkward exchanges no one seems to understand…

…Unless you count memes from abbreviated personality land.

Where everyone seems to know just how I feel

Except that in reality it’s not really real.

I and N and F and J

And Y? does it even mean anything? I have my doubts.

I spend a lot of time alone

In a lonely solace that’s more like a comfortable home

Seldom hosting visitors

I linger outside my circle of dearly loved friends

Belonging but not exactly fitting in

As a dreamer and realist

An obnoxious savant

who could predict your future

But that’s not what you want

You won’t hear the truth but I will tell you no lies

Instead I stay silent and pretend that I’m wise

It keeps the peace and peace I adore

It reminds me of libraries and the world could use more.

Still I sit, waiting for someone to ask

I try. I do. I wish I knew.

But I don’t have all the answers.