you may come to wonder
exactly where i am
between the cracks and crevices
of this life i'm living in

search hard enough for the real me
and you are bound to find
i am on the in's and out's
of the poetry i write

aloof and torn asunder
i sometimes disappear
once the center of attention
now no longer here

call it second nature
or call it second sight
i will often show up
in the poetry i write

to the point of giving out
or even giving up
throw my plans into the wind
as i have had enough

that is when my pen and i
take a deeper dive
only then to surface in
the poetry i write