IN MY SHELL

I might at times give the wrong impression
My upbringing was always about discretion
With being carefulo about any intercession
Less tempted about always hitting the spot
And generally saying little rather than a lot
But a lack of interest well, it’s certainly not
Sometimes a muted approach may be right
Rather than loud arguing or starting a fight
In the long run, trying to stay out of sight
That one can be easily misjudged, it’s true
I would rather be counted among the few
Than the many, and part of a motley crew

Perhaps my mission in life was to be a spy
Despite my hating to ever to pursue a lie
Yet it has little appeal, I cannot think why
Always holding all cards close to my chest
To say little or nothing, just might be best
And if there’s choices to make, take a rest
At least I’m someone who can be discreet
And demonstrating trust should feel sweet
Yet it’s never the same as accepting defeat
But then can anyone really know who I am
No outward display that I do give a ****
Nor fake courtesy with a thank you ma’am

It’s not that I am scared or nervous at all
As my capacity for being brave isn’t small
But it is never anything like taking the fall
Sometimes it takes strength just to observe
Is it better to hit the car ahead or swerve
And it takes courage to hold one’s nerve
But in the end, it is all about appearance
Just hoping for a little bit less interference
Yet there are rules that require adherence
Stand back take much of life on the chin
It’s more about the truths that are within
But that is still somewhere one may begin