I have a meeting I go to
Saturday nights,
about consciousness
fighting the thought patrol.
I often speak
tell the world of listeners
people seem to care
about transparency.
Tonight I listened
I had not utterance,
only my silent pain
only my misguided train.
I wonder about loneliness
I think about being alone,
there are differences you know,
I like to feign my independence.
Tonight I wandered in my mind,
I realized this insecurity
has been with me all my life.
I wondered about eccentricity
how it messed with my confidence,
oh to have that moment back,
this meeting is about love.