Maybe I’m Crazy

 

As the city awakens

So do it’s residents.

I sit here and wonder –

Should I join them?

 

Does it mean I’m crazy?

To want to be uninvolved,

To be outside of normal,

To be completely free.

 

Is it even possible?

To live free as a bird,

To reject societies demands,

Never make eye contact.

 

Can one man ever be an island?

Adrift in other peoples conversations,

Walking along-side but never touching

Another persons soul.

 

Is it easier to conform?

Nod sagely and smile,

Agree when it truly hurts to do so,

Completely forgive and forget.

 

Maybe so.

Perhaps a little each way.

Give and take.

Don’t get in too deep.

 

Mum always said –

Everything in moderation.

I always thought

She was talking about food.

 

Does it make me crazy?

To dream this way,

Or are we all a little crazy…

Every now and then.