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.