barely connected

I’m often in my head

hardly notice anything much

yet

beyond small ideas

open to new thoughts

unrelated to ordinary

I occasionally see life as it is

though

when forced to come around

or have a craving to connect

and take part

then at first

shy and embarrassed

disguise myself with inane humour

carp and lark about

on other days

when I alone

cower inside a fog filled life

inside my blinkered path

not even force a smile

and hide inside my id

to be anonymous

not damage my reality

or cause to end

what little love of life remains

It's best at times

if inside my mind

I contemplate and reside