this is a risk for I’ve been discovered In a world of anonymity My tracks were not covered
I fear I may have said it out loud To the wind, which carried it fast I may have given it a bit of fuel so the journey it would last
Fine, I confess! I threw it to the winds I knew what would come of it But I’ll put on a face and gasp and cry When the words take their hit
No I’m not fake, and this is not me But I think perhaps it is I know what I’m doing, I’m no fool Sanity I do not miss.
After I caught myself saying something just to stoke a fire, and to intrigue people and quickly denied doing so, I decided to make this poem to explore what I was doing.