Tonight...

Who should I be tonight?

Tonight…

Tonight I am graced by your presence

Hungry eyes eager for another line… another phrase… another sentence

But I came unprepared

Caught somewhat off guard

With - rudely - no presents

Yet I’ve been thinking since our last encounter

That I should be a bit more suave with you

A little more… je ne sais quoi

Tonight should be the death of me

The old me

The person I no longer wish to be

Don’t get me wrong

It’s ok to be broken yet caring

Free spoken yet fearing

But what’s the point?

Words are a mere illusion

Allowing you to see what I want you to see

Causing me to be things I don’t want to be….

The mysterious type with my many hidden levels and layers

Possessing your mind

Transcending with words - a transformation takes form

Like an Autobot or a deceptacon.

Riddles and rhymes spewing through my mind

Probing for answers too hidden to find

Magnifying the minute

Minimizing the massive

How limited is your imagination?

How restricted is the power of your mind?

I am not religious but poetry is a sign

Yet you must understand

Am a simple man

With a pen and a paper at hand

I can be who I wanna be

…….But who should I be tonight?

Tonight