My mind... an adventure?
It's a mere circus my dear.
I'm a walking contradiction.
Ambiguous; unclear.

I'm full of aimless inspiration.
Desperately seeking a muse.
Never an open book, darling.
Difficult to peruse.

I'm a collision of insecurities.
And arrogance, love.
I'm a written Picasso.
A Warhol? I'm un-

Conventional in rhythm.
Unpredictable in rhyme.
Intent on finding myself.
In my own precious time.

Until then, I'm a poet.
A caricature of fun.
It's a wild ride, baby.
Yet, never quite crazy enough.