I wear a red cape
lest there be a breeze in my favor.
The blue skies and fresh air
kill the buzz
of my loneliness.
I’m
lost
in
incomplete thoughts.
The warming sun and cool wind
fuel my confusion.
I strut backwards in my straight jacket to
flaunt my sanity.
The crazy think they’re sane.
The sane think they’re crazy.
I’ve been on each side of the coin, so I guess
I’m average.
Mediocrity makes me
invisible.
My only hope is to accidentally stumble upon
greatness