VISIONARY

Call me boring, but I'm never predictable

when I sit down to write. What is it 

about that particular activity

that triggers such dramatic transformation?

Weekdays, admittedly, I'm conformity's slave,

with kohl-lined eyes and high heeled shoes -

ostensibly fitting in with society's expectations. You know,

it's taken me twenty years to perfect

this duel identity - the near seamless balance

between civil servant and poetic visionary.

No one has ever known me, not really.

As soon as they think they do, I confound them.

I cannot fully live up to another's ideals,

so I vanish into thin air; feeling my way,

intuitively led, into the Lands Adventurous;

deeper and deeper until my head spins

with a million and one impressions

that condense themselves into my pen.

And I just scribble, scribble; letting them flow

unedited, cascading like a waterfall

of emotions issuing from the memory banks

of the Cosmos itself. Perhaps

I'm a part of that macrocosm - or, maybe,

simply it's messenger. Either way,

I am mere flesh and blood - but inside

something colossal is stirring:

an irresistible call to the Quest

for universal empathic connection.

So sorry everyone, but I'm running late this week...will catch up with you all tomorrow hopefully! Have a super day xxx