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.