OK

Tea for two ?
No thank you.

I’m dining alone.

Tickets to the theatre please,

Party of one.

I’m a lone ranger,

A solo flyer,

Living quite contentedly

In the company of three:

I, myself and me.

Sad,

Some may call a life such as this;

Pathetic,

Others may scoff.

My smile some may interpret

As a front,

False bravado,

The smoke and mirror tricks

Of a two bit parlour show.

That’s ok.

It isn’t given to everyone

To understand such choices.

And that’s alright too.

So if you see me

By my lonesome,

Don’t feel sorry.

Don’t waste precious energy

In worry over me.

I’m ok really.

My smile,

My stride,

My head held high,

Are all tokens of my serenity.

Testimony to the Light of the Truth

I walk in.

No more pretending

Or self deception here.

No matter what you think you see

When you look at me.

I am free.