The Outsider

I am a misfit

that fits everywhere

But never belongs.

I am the wind

That never settles.


A fire on a run,

Silence before a storm.

I am clown to this world,

A joke for a great laugh

A tear of my own.


Just the smell of the brew

Or froth

For the mustache.

I’m the taste that vanishes

Or a long lost memory.


A second choice for all

A third wheel for the drive

Sitting in a burning home

Gradually evaporating.


You look through me

As if I’m a solid

Leaning on me

Thinking I’m okay.

I’m just a temporary road,

For your fancy little trip.












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