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.
