I’m going to create my own reality

Like hell you are!

You never imagined hardly anything that actually happened

You never thought you would drive the Pacific Coast Highway

That you would sport a suit and tie

You never visualised your face and voice being out there

Capturing and being captured by a crowd of like-minded souls

You never thought you would care,

or drop your guard

Or share your heart

In a way that was helpful

You feared you would be a

A soul with secrets too dangerous to tell

A walking landmine, unkind, unconscious with the awkwardness of Susan Boyle without the voice – sorry Susan!

I prayed to be good

I just hoped to be kind

Even when my tongue was razor sharp

And people dropped like flies.

And now I have a list of stuff I want to be and see

And the place where I can be me and

Make a cup of tea.