You Could Be Right

In the sheep clothing

Another though less thinking pack animal.

I am not lonely

The loneliness is mere enough.

The depression cured my Happiness

Too much considering.

Of people like myself.

Contrived difference with a superfluous soul.

The more normal I walk.

I do not attest to thy inside notions.

Make believe of posterior proclamations.

Faking is my best form of sincerity.

Like you care about the suffix of my sunrise.

Like I care about the heart of your homestead.

Keep the arm length those that want to know.

God forbid we get see them.

No-one meets the goodnesses of residual hearing.

It rings in a warming cacophony,

the echo is our reminder.

Don't go beyond, you could find you.

Unattached to prior conceptions.

Adrift in a timeless sea.

Waiting, until you realize you are the Storm.

The opposite of my Goodness is a man just as Good.

With a different sight upon the same hill.

The grasping must go,

to the vision you think you see.