There's an acutely thin line
between the total lunatic fringe
and that which is acceptable
I straddle the line
without
much aplomb
I'm afraid
my feet
dangerously close
to the edge of a
precipice
not brave enough
to plunge
yet
not detecting
firm footing
where the "normal" people tread
saying I care not
what they think
I watch
with both longing
and
repugnance
trying to mirror
their ways
just enough
to preserve
my secret
I have preserved my secret
haven't I?
Written when I was in a confining job. Once I left, I was my own boss...and have been since...very freeing! "Lunacy" feels great!